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Mountain-rose petals Falling, falling, falling now... Waterfall music

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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
Artist
Poet
Writer
Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
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Waterfall
Haiku
Waterfalls
Petals
Falling
Rose
Mountain
Fall

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When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.
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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
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