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How does he lie fallen
On the roads
Taking wine
Singing the song,
I have to drink,
Let me drink,
What in that to me
If you rich and I poor,
We but drinkers,
Bottle-takers,
Living for bottles
And to fall flat on the ground?
Take you wine, friend
And live for it?
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