To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows,
We drained a hundred jugs of wine.
A splendid night it was . . . .
In the clear moonlight we were loath to go to bed,
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The sacred act of drinking ourselves to oblivion..^_^ our lives over countless eons, seen through wine-warmed eyes
With the earth and the heaven as close companion, what more would one desire along with wine?