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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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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