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Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.

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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
Things
Enjoy
Falling
Universe
Grass
Fall
Trees
Scattering
True
Leaves
Grasses
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Rivers
Blossoms
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Mountain
Bearing
Make
Tree
Companion
Always
Humanity
Mountains

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