In this everyday tavern,
Everybody enters for a cup
To quench their bottomless thirst
For wholesome and immortality!
But most only pick up the water glasses,
Almost no one is searching for the Wine.
We settle for little, for the fake
For what's convenient and obvious,
The jewel remains hidden,
For those who only see this world.
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