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tasting vintage of the vine,
she smiles through red lips
treetops seldom see,
life beneath their leafs
tomorrow,
to wash my dry bones,
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coming
when this moon of tonight
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beer at night,
cornflakes for supper,
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dark, deep, dangerous,
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at my funeral,
yes, you're the guy
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the use of words,
to distinguish verse,
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trees bending in snow-filled wind,
first fire of winter
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stop,
not now,
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