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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.

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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
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Poet
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Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Collecting
River
Rivers
Rain
Water
May
Rains
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