Song of Tea
The first bowl cleanly moistens my lips and throat;
The second banishes my loneliness;
The third chases through all dullness
To clarify ever word I've ever read.
The forth brings on a light sweat
That cleanses away life's troubles.
The fifth purifies my soul.
The sixth beckons me to the Immortals.
The seventh is my limit,
A light breeze breaks from my sleeves.
-Lu T'ung
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