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Sad Moonlit Night
Drat that snatch-thief dog,
He howls at the moon from the rotting pier.
When the soul pricks up its ears,
It hears the shrill girls choiring,
Choiring
With their gloomy voices,
By the somber stone wall out at the pier.
Why is it always this way
with me?
Listen, you dog, you.
Tell me, you pale-blue, unhappy dog, you.
poem
by
Sakutaro Hagiwara
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