I, ve dreamt in my life, dreams
That have stayed with me
And changed my ideas:
They have gone through and through me, Like wine through water,
And altered the colour
Of my mind.
That even the taste of water,
Is like a delectable aging wine,
Of riped succulent fruit.
I am dining out tonight,
And wonderful it will be,
As I dreamt it last.
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