Goblet
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The heart is like a goblet
Pellucid and breakable;
Between its crystalline wall,
Happiness and sadness surging
Like an intoxicating wine
Occupying its colour and odour senselessly,
Tasting its pungency with hardache,
Breathing its fragrance with a soft smile.
Then who can know that
This goblet can occupy
Any kind of wine.
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