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    The poet reflects on visiting their poor native village in the rain under an umbrella. They glance sadly at the village they will never return to, where their parents and brothers now live more lonely than ever around a small and fragile happiness. As the poet stands alone at the railway station in the rain waiting for the train to depart, they worry about leaving the helpless village behind, unsure if it will survive the coming winter buried under snow.

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    The poet reflects on visiting their poor native village in the rain under an umbrella. They glance sadly at the village they will never return to, where their parents and brothers now live more lonely than ever around a small and fragile happiness. As the poet stands alone at the railway station in the rain waiting for the train to depart, they worry about leaving the helpless village behind, unsure if it will survive the coming winter buried under snow.

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    My Native Village

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    The poet reflects on visiting their poor native village in the rain under an umbrella. They glance sadly at the village they will never return to, where their parents and brothers now live more lonely than ever around a small and fragile happiness. As the poet stands alone at the railway station in the rain waiting for the train to depart, they worry about leaving the helpless village behind, unsure if it will survive the coming winter buried under snow.

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    MY NATIVE VILLAGE by Sei Ito How poor my native village looks!

    The hills with all the leaves shaken offHow thin they look in the evening dusk! I walk through the village In the cold driving rain, With all my knees all wet, Throwing glances from under the black umbrella at my Village, to which I shall never return. Parents and brothers are living more Lonesomely than ever Around a small happiness Which may be gone at any moment. Did I come here to just get lonesome? The railway station stands alone in the rain, And the train comes with the old lamps showing the rows of deep Shadowed faces like the dumb. Ah, can I dare? To leave such a helpless village behind? Am I sure that it wont be buried Under the snow this winter?

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