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Li Bai - Mêng Hao-jan
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True-Taoist, good friend Mêng,
        Your madness known to one and all,
        Young you laughed at rank and power.
        Now you sleep in pine-tree clouds.
        On moonlit nights floored by the Dragon.
        In magic blossom deaf to the World.
        You rise above - a hill so high.
        I drink the fragrance from afar.
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