Autumn Quote by Matsuo Basho Download Open image “When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.” — Matsuo Basho ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.6 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Autumn Autumn wind Cold Fall Feels Lips Speak Wind
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