Why thou unwise dull senseless people
Blame Death and Wine?
Both has such a proud that your
Life can be vanished in blink of an eye.
Poor Death, You heal them from suffer they abuse you in return.
Dear wine, You heal the Youngsters
From their breakup, You heal the Hurts from their dull wives but Those who unknown to thee must die this hour.
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