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i tell you now,
i'll repeat these words,
be drunk,
be drunk with life and all it's
little moments
be drunk when a bird
flies away from a branch and the branch
wobbles a little in the wind.
be drunk
in that quiet space
between us,
the cozy remains
of millions of silvery stars.
be drunk with everything you know is good,
let every word
become another dropp in time,
for if the wise men would speak
they would tell you to
drink.
and to be
drunk
drunk with love,
drunk with poetry,
drunk with nature's beuty.
drunk with everything they thirst,
be it wine, or sex,
because, when the night falls
and we have drunk it all
to the very last,
we will still have so much.
I.J. Benjamin
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