The plants and flowersI raised about my hutI now surrenderTo the willOf the wind — Ryōkan
The plants and flowersI raised about my hutI now surrenderTo the willOf the wind — Ryōkan
The plants and flowersI raised about my hutI now surrenderTo the willOf the wind — Ryōkan
The plants and flowersI raised about my hutI now surrenderTo the willOf the wind — Ryōkan
The plants and flowersI raised about my hutI now surrenderTo the willOf the wind — Ryōkan
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The plants and flowersI raised about my hutI now surrenderTo the willOf the wind

— Ryōkan
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