Mists of the Immortal Path
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With wine, I shared the clouds' drunkenness.
With the flask empty, I slept beside my sword.
I reclined against my pillow through days of mist and rosy clouds.
I could not bear to count the flowing years.
...Guan Pingchao.Luan
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