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With my mood at its height I wield my brush
And the Five Hills quake;
When the poem is done, my
laughter
soars
To the Blue Isles[32] of the sky.
Li Po
With my mood at its height I wield my brush
And the Five Hills quake;
When the poem is done, my
laughter
soars
To the Blue Isles[32] of the sky.
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