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Homage to Chuang Tzu
I always knew it was a dream;
My path through life was never straight;
My love for the azure did seem
In summers more than just my fate;
And my devotion to the rose
Anyone that knows me knows;
So it might have come as small surprise
That I had lived in grim disguise;
But waking from my final hour
I had to laugh in learning I
Had just been drowsing on a flower
As dreaming as a butterfly.
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