Rubayi 471
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O wine, most limpid, pure, and crystalline, Would I could drench this silly frame of mine With thee, that passers-by might think 'twas thou, And cry, "Whence comest thou, fair master wine?" |
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O wine, most limpid, pure, and crystalline, Would I could drench this silly frame of mine With thee, that passers-by might think 'twas thou, And cry, "Whence comest thou, fair master wine?" |
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