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.
“A Drinking Song” by William Butler Yeats [w/ Audio]
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An ocean of brew, and still I sigh
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