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At its edges are seas of vineyards.
And in its embrace, I slept happily.
I said: Leave me, my dream
My mattress is a cup.
From its wine, I withdraw the word
So my word can awake humanity
Cessnock, became the sweetest melody
The sparrow composed it
And sang it while drunk.
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Clusters of grapes cover clusters
And submerge them... until goodness increases.
Her grapes are diamond cheeks
And its wine is a new dawn
She rejoices in people's laughter
And welcomes them with ululations
Every time the mouth kisses the wine cup,
the feast returns again
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