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Tea Poem

Willow branches graze the grass,
As I sit in the shade drinking tea.
A note from a flute blows clearly,
Mingling with the sound of rain.
I could sit here alone forever,
And still I'd never feel lonely.
 

Anonymous poem inscribed on an
old Yi Hsing tea pot