Your beauty is a glass of wine
That I drink through my eyes
I see flowers all around me
Pain in my heart slowly dies
Your beauty is a glass of wine
That goes straight to my mind
I float in the cloud of ecstasy
Leaving pain of loss behind
Your beauty is a glass of wine
That trickles down to my heart
It is the gift for me from above
You and me now can't stay apart
Your beauty is a glass of wine
With it I remain forever drunk
I will go on praising it till death
Like God's mercy by a monk
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