I have two barrels of wine
stocked in my private store.
One’s earthy, one divine;
I thirst for neither the more.
Nights when I think what sins
hold me in others’ debt,
a rouge goblet begins
to let my mind forget.
But when dawn lights the halls
and draws my sight outside,
a clearer glass recalls
the heaven I was denied.
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