Drinking Alone With The Moon
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From a pot of wine among the flowers.
I drank alone. There was no one with me--
Till raising my cup, I ask the bright moon
To bring me my shadow and make us three.
Alas, the moon was unable to drink
And my shadow tagged me vacantly;
But still for awhile I had these friends
To cheer me through the end of spring...
I sang. The moon encouraged me
I danced. My shadow tumbled after.
As long as I knew, we were born companions.
And then I was drunk.And we lost one another.
...Shall goodwill ever be secure?
I watch the long road of the River of Stars.
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