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I've been too to love
Too drunk to
like death, felt like hell
Been the for wear

I've been drinking too much to
The of the night before
I've been myself blind
And still drink some more

She is the wine makes harps and choirs
The sweetest that the grapevine brings
She is the wine that makes and angels
And when I of her, she conjures me wings

She invites me to her
And I feast on her
She chases the
And drives the demon

She builds a rainbow
To the of the blessed
She leads me to
To the of my quest

She is the that makes harps and choirs
The sweetest that the grapevine brings
She is the that makes gods and angels
And I drink of her, she conjures me wings

Drink, drink, drink, to me
Drink, drink, drink, to me

She is the temptress, the magician
A to Eros, she is exhibition
She plays like a symphony, smells sympathy
Tastes like poetry, her very soul to me

She is the wine that makes and choirs
The sweetest sound that the brings
She is the wine that makes gods and
And when I of her, she conjures me wings

La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
She me wings