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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.

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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
Clapping
Echoes
Dawn
Begins
Summer
Moon
Hands

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