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�� ��131. TO U PO
��- ^ Long have I not seen you, Li.
JA Poor man, for your feigned madness
S The world would have you die.
a But my heart dotes on your gifted soul
fz niX^ For the thousand poems of your nimble wit, +j~ l*. For the one wine-cup — your penury's balm.
^^J^v So to your old place of reading in Mount Kuang Come back, white-headed one! It is time.
Tu Fu.
��Written possibly after the incarceration of Li Po at Kiu-hiang and while the death sentence "was hanging over his white head.
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