To drown the ancient sorrows, we drank a hundred jugs of wine there in the beautiful night. We couldn`t go to bed with the moon so bright. The finally the wine overcame us and we lay down on the empty mountain— the earth for a pillow, and a blanket made of heaven. Li T`ai-po tr. HamilSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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