Taste my wine and give me your comment,
The very vintage from my homeland;
And like the vine of love in the land of your muse,
But, try to dine with me oh my sweet Polina!
Sometimes, you are for love and,
Sometimes, it comes automatically to you!
But, taste my wine and give me your comment;
For, this fine wine is the sign, sine and cine of my homework.
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