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The waving clouds and morning mist mingled over the skies,
like thousands of junks shuttling in the fading galaxies.
It seems in dream my soul flew towards the Heaven Palace,
and then I heard the Deity solictiously asked me where I am returning to
I sighed that my journey ahead is long but I am ageing;
the only thing I have had is a few of eye-popping verses in my poem.
Now I would rather be like that almighty bird flying high up to ninty thousand Li.
May the restless wind help blow my little boat to legendary Three Islets on the sea.
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