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274 My friend lives high on East Mountain.
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276 When we met the first time at Chi?
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277 Among the flowers a drink of wine.
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278 If the heavens were not in love with wine,.
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280 Wine-maker there by Yellow Fountains,.
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281 Life is a dream.
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282 Mountain flowers open in our faces. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 283 Did Chuang Chou dream he was the butterfly? . . . . . . 284 I with my hair in its first fringe . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 285 Remember how Tung built us a place to drink in. . . 287
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? On jade stairs the white of dewfall. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 290 Misted the flowers weep as light dies . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 291 On Soochowi? s terrace the crows find their nests. . . . 293 I climbed west on Incense Cloud Peak. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 294 Visiting the nun Rise-In-Air,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 296 At evening I make it down the mountain. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 297 Gold painted jars - wines worth a thousand. . . . . . . . . . . 298 We fought for Mulberry Springs. . . . . . . .
282 Mountain flowers open in our faces. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 283 Did Chuang Chou dream he was the butterfly? . . . . . . 284 I with my hair in its first fringe . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 285 Remember how Tung built us a place to drink in. . . 287
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? On jade stairs the white of dewfall. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 290 Misted the flowers weep as light dies . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 291 On Soochowi? s terrace the crows find their nests. . . . 293 I climbed west on Incense Cloud Peak. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 294 Visiting the nun Rise-In-Air,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 296 At evening I make it down the mountain. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 297 Gold painted jars - wines worth a thousand. . . . . . . . . . . 298 We fought for Mulberry Springs. . . . . . . .
