The whole world is a bottle of wine
And the drunkard drnking
And dumping the empty bottles
Into the mound of it
To sit and babble by.
Who says it,
I am a drunkard,
I have drunk,
I not, you have?
I have not, you have,
I am not a drunkard, you are.
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