Fill Me My Wine In Crystal; Thus, And Thus I See'T In'S Puris Naturalibus: Unmix'D. I Love To Have It Smirk And Shine; 'Tis Sin I Know, 'Tis Sin To Throttle Wine. What Madman'S He, That When It Sparkles So, Will Cool His Flames Or Quench His Fires With Snow?
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