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Would that thou drink to me, 
And drunken let us be,
Lest we lose that which alone faith can bind.
But what be faith to thee,
Creature of sanity,
For now thou leavest my love alone, behind.


Drunk alone, now I lay-
As hour turns to day,
I wallow over thee who made me whole.
For what do I hold
Without thee, Heav’n’s own gold,
Who’s ornate beauty ravishes my soul?

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