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Monday 22 August 2011

A Drinking Song - W. B. 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.
William Butler Yeats (1865 — 1939) Ireland
Posted by Bruce-the-Sheep at 18:02

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