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Folk-song-styled-verse
Li Bai
A SONG OF PURE HAPPINESS II
There's a perfume stealing moist from a shaft of red blossom,
And a mist, through the heart, from the magical Hill of Wu - -
The palaces of China have never known such beauty -
Not even Flying Swallow with all her glittering garments.
And a mist, through the heart, from the magical Hill of Wu - -
The palaces of China have never known such beauty -
Not even Flying Swallow with all her glittering garments.
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