Rubayi 148
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Now of old joys naught but the name is left, Of all old friends but wine we are bereft, And that wine new, but still cleave to the cup, For save the cup, what single joy is left? |
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Now of old joys naught but the name is left, Of all old friends but wine we are bereft, And that wine new, but still cleave to the cup, For save the cup, what single joy is left? |
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