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His poetry is sublime. He is the Great Fool. He fell in love when he was in his 70's. Now that's cool.
Blending with the wind, Snow falls; Blending with the snow, The wind blows. By the hearth I stretch out my legs, Idling my time away Confined in this hut. Counting the days, I find that February, too, Has come and gone Like a dream.