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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.

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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
Artist
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Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Every
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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