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he came and took me by the hand
i saw the first pear
we break the glass whose sacred wine
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
i fill this cup
there is no escape by the river
sadly speaking
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
she burst fierce wine
do i like it

 



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