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Poem	There was wine in a cup of gold and a girl of fifteen from Wu, her eyebrows painted dark and with slippers of red brocade. If her conversation was poor, how beautifully she could sing! Together we dined and drank until she settled in my arms. Behind her curtains embroidered with lotuses, how could I refuse the temptation of her advances?
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