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The white crane soars

High above the sea of death–

He weeps for Japan

 

The wave swallows all;

Its thirst is unquenchable–

Gone is the wee wren.

 

Tsunami roars in,

Sweeping away the green buds–

Japan’s spring sorrow.

 

The wave crashes down,

Fishermen cannot escape–

They die in their nets.

 

The ebb tide recedes,

With a village in its froth–

Only crabs remain.

 

Tsunami kills spring,

Hokasai knew its power–

The wave blots out green.

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