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Слушать(AI)To Tu Fu from Shantung
You ask how I spend my time—I nestle against a treetrunkand listen to autumn windsin the pines all night and day.
Shantung wine can't get me drunk.
The local poets bore me.
My thoughts remain with you,like the Wen River, endlessly flowing. Li T'ai-po tr.
Hamil
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