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In the tranquil sun of spring
A lark soars singing;
Sad is my burdened heart,
Thoughtful and alone…

Yakamochi

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Looking at the moon, which goes through the night
[dark] as pitch black jade,
[my] beloved will probably wait for me, counting:
“How many nights have passed?”

Opotömö-nö Yakamöti