oh! soak with honey
of love immersion
want to stay sweet
to last to apple dropp
and maybe more; more
before i wash my soul
goddess of grapes, beauty
dancing with happy spirits
won't let me wash my soul
i would be that old man
walking with oil lamp
checking when to uncork
(happy new year)
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