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A Drinking Song By William Butler Yeats Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh. I’ll drink to that. And if I had … Continue reading

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