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O sorrow there is no wine to cure
O sorrow the shadow that I inure
The dusk brings my isolation
And from it no separation
My pains take me to a chalice
And I rise to leave this malice
And soon again I hear its hum
As the faint murmurs of a drum
The wine brings warmth to these lips
Which murmur that nothing is for keeps
O sorrow and what wine to cure
The wheel turns alone and pure.
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