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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
Artist
Poet
Writer
Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Twisted
Rope
Twine
Bridge
Gorge
Bridges
Gorges
Across
Ropes
Existence
Vine
Around
Hangs
Vines

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