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A Drinking Song

 

A Drinking Song

—William Butler Yeats

 

Wine comes in at the mouth

And love comes in at the eye;

That's all we shall know for truth

Before we grow old and die.

I lift the glass to my mouth,

I look at you, and I sigh.

 

 

 

Posted on Monday, January 3, 2005 at 07:20AM by Registered CommenterMark Forrester | CommentsPost a Comment

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