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Never have I that toxic wine imbibed Nor its beguiling bind my mind proscribed Its pungent potency never mine to taste Its romantic oblivion never mine to face For the unmistakable beacon I seek is clarity My senses' apprehensions must ring with verity But in wine's wake, cognizance has no place In heart and mind and soul remain no trace Of anything at all that can be called reality 'tis a mere escape from one's own mortality Never have those noxious fumes my lungs besieged Nor their delusive plumes my yet unlived life seized In truth, though they're meant to calm the nerve A less noble purpose does their wafting serve No intent have I to barter away the moments of strife For the grip wherewith the smoke chokes my life The remainder of your days will their haze arrest As their sinister wisps encompass your breast The brief relief afforded's not worth the price For before you know it, you'll be dead in a trice
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