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Li Bai - Ho Chih-chang
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When we met the first time at Ch’ang-an
        He called me the ‘Lost Immortal’.
        Then he loved the Way of Forgetting.
        Now under the pine-trees he is dust.
        His golden keepsake bought us wine.
        Remembering, the tears run down my cheeks.
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