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I take a bottle of wine
and I go to drink it among the flowers.
We are always three - counting my shadow and my
friend, the shimmering moon.
Happily, the moon knows nothing of drinking,
and my shadow is never thirsty.
When I sing, the moon listens to me in silence,
when I dance, my shadow dances too.
After all festivities, the guests must depart;
This sadness I do not know.
When I go home, the moon goes with me
and my shadow follows me.
Li Po, The Little Fête
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