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A Drinking Song
WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
- William Butler Yeats
(Apologies for the lateness - my computer decided that Not Functioning was more fun than Functioning today.)
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