Rattling
Drums
Playing
Now
And
Then
A
Voice
Of
Wine
Filled
Beauty
Throws
A
Verse
We
Be
In
Bacchanalian
Times
On
A bacchanalian
Night
On
The
White
Spume
Of
Nigh
Italian
Waves
And
Seas.
We
Be
We
Be.
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