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Shadow of herself,

Kiri- Tsubo was wilting.

A hand-drawn carriage

took her from the Emperor.

Her ceremonies at

Otaki were conducted

with solemnity.

Inordinate love killed her.

On damp, chilly nights,

the music of the koto

plucked at his heart’s strings

and he could not bear to think

of their son, removed from court.