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Drifting in the crisp Autumn air, it gently falls from life and color To an earthly resting place. Buried with the summer sun.
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Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 9:05 PM UTC
A Samurai Death Poem
Drifting in the crisp Autumn air, it gently falls from life and color To an earthly resting place. Buried with the summer sun.
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Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 9:05 PM UTC
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