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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!

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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
Artist
Poet
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Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Fields
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World
Mountains
Fresh
Nine
Mountain
Spring

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