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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.

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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
Artist
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Writer
Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Mine
Air
Quite
Sleep
Felt
Lazily
House
Sleeping
Home
Fresh
Mines

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