We were singing.
And so remained though he had surfeited in Dusk
And
There was wine in us
In each of us
But little
So we remained singing
Together stood upon our Calculations
And
Though the dark night shadows fell
And kept falling
Though the chill relative increased as we got
Higher
Yet warm we stood together
And we kept singing
And we kept climbing
For we were not drunken relative.
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