Give me wine inside a clean bright glass
For I despise having to drink from brass
And if you want to dare me
Then know I have killed 200 men at least
Wine is my favorite after water
I could do without anything but wine this summer
Let it be known that drinking is my life
For this, I have sworn to let go any kind of strife
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