My love, you are drunk, unable to walk,
In an inebriated state,
Speaking in drunken capers.
Have you become as such, destroy you not
By taking wine,
Smoking cigar after cigar?
Stop you and pause a bit to think,
What are you doing, my love, in modernity,
Where are you going to?
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