Wake up, sleepy head, dreaming, always dreaming..
The wine wuz to strong, i have stained you.
Grapes, wash leaves, stagger under the weight, your
hand, prunes the stem of faith..
His land bears, grain and oats to feed the children...
The pipe from under, which you, gasp for air...it...is...to..
flow with the wine, you have chosen, clever if not wisely...
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