The master said,
Wine, and wine,
And “wine for the breaking heart”.
In the afternoon,
And a long day,
All long day, with papers,
And words,
Words with no meaning.
My memory fades,
A call from the childhood,
Some meaningless words
How I put it,
Is it nature
There is cold
Wait!
It’s not time for memories,
But the time passes…
What of the master,
Give me wine.
“Wine for the breaking heart”
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