He swims a sea of dark red wine To drink the hours, soft and sweet, And wash away the jeweled vine Alone, beside a narrow street. In spring the birds shall flit about, As nighttime feasts can last till dawn; But then he’ll lift his …
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The rain had come in cold and faint, Unleashing dark and fearsome signs; But through the siege I saw my shrine For there came bare a faithful saint.
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