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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.

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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
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Matsuo Basho
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Bashô
Basho
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