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Winecup and love and loveling I'll nevermore forsake
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Full blown the red rose is and drunken Become is the nightingale
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If default from out thy musky Tress's hair hath past, 'tis past
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Crowned kings the bondmen of thy drowsed Narcissus-eyne are still
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He, in whom desire of traffic With thy down, my sweet, shall be
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The Wine-seller old to gladden, The Easterly breeze hath come
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Fragrance, East Wind, from the pathway Which the fair doth wend, bring thou
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All compact of grace and beauty Is my loved one's moonlike face
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From the doorway of the winehouse Solace for our pain seek we
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I've limned with thy face's likeness The tablet of mine eyne
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