O tapster of soured wine, from the Sheath of the withered Palm, Draw wine for me in the Pipkin-Jar that was tapped by my own tapster. Draw wine for me in the little flask that makes a man stagger and ...
“When we believe that in the universe there is reason/that nothing/for as long as we live/just happens of its own accord/there is a plan/it’s because you/oh OR/held our hand when were in search driven ...
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