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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.

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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
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Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Bridge
Gorge
Bridges
Gorges
Across
Ropes
Existence
Vine
Around
Hangs
Vines
Twisted
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Twine

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