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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
Poet
Writer
Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
True
Leaves
Grasses
Nature
Rivers
Blossoms
Mind
Mountain
Bearing
Make
Tree
Companion
Always
Humanity
Mountains
Things
Enjoy
Falling
Universe
Grass
Fall
Trees
Scattering

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