What tortured gift, now lost in time. The drink exposed, straight from the vine. Red as blood, yet truth exposed. No more to drink the bar is closed. I sit and look all stary eyed. All love and truth has seemed to have died. In the end a drink in hand, to toast as life anew began. Yet for the fool an endless flow. Till death seeks out, his life must go.With words so wise I sit in aw. No matter what you have death takes it all.
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