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March 17, 2003

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 by pogo at March 17, 2003 12:46 PM
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