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New love in the Spring;
the plum blossoms are fragrant...
then frogs start to sing

Lovers kiss, then part...
the shrilling of the locusts
as Summer grows short

Their love is dying;
the pale moon begins to set...
the wild geese crying

Lovers parting now...
the nightingale still singing
from the splintered bough