1966 - 1967
Bright red sun cruelly hot but the wind
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1966 - 1967
Cruel heat, my mind in a whirl, I listen
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1966 - 1967
Demons sowing barley in the long rays of
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1966 - 1967
Departing spring hesitates in the late c
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1966 - 1967
A cloud of cherry blossoms, a temple bel
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1966 - 1967
In the hand the firefly makes a cold bri
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1966 - 1967
Naked in the rain riding a naked horse
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1966 - 1967
No matter what we wear, we are beautiful
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1966 - 1967
An octopus trap and fleeting dreams unde
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1966 - 1967
Oh flying butterfly I feel myself a crea
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1966 - 1967
An old pond a frog leaps in, the sound o
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1966 - 1967
On a journey ill, my dreams wander over
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1966 - 1967
On small islands also men till the earth
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1966 - 1967
WIld sea and milky way athwart the islan
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1966 - 1967
The spring sea swelling and falling all
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1966 - 1967
Stony River rippling, lightning flickeri
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1966 - 1967
Sun beams slant on the riverbank and col
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1966 - 1967
Secret Origins
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1966 - 1967
Secret Origins
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1966 - 1967
Slow days piling up — how distant they s
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1966 - 1967
The sound of a cracked temple bell is al
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1966 - 1967
A train passes, how the smoke swirls rou
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