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Takeko Kujo

1

This quiet is so precious!
No voice sounds in heaven or on earth.
The moon and I are alone.

2

I do not know
If it be the fire of God
Or the fire of Satan,
But where its light leads me
I will go.

3

This rain,
Unlike the gentle showers of spring,
Reminds me of your voice
When you are angry.

4

Spring days, they say, are long.
Yesterday seemed so short,
But today—alas!