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I'll Bacchus for the evening,
pray, be seated, your places
Should my manna displeasing,
offend airs and graces,
I've a long as your arm,
(The selection)
such bitter whines - a of qualms,
awaiting inspections

The bubbles burst - this sham-pain
I've watched hopes on the vine
The of labours toiled in vain
I reap at harvest time.

Anno 1999 - a classic year for Whine.

Since it's drawn - I must sup the of sorrow
yet fate refills my tarnished cup time I drain the dregs
Their poison cannot kill me - new from it I 'll borrow
my is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.

one for the road - afore ye go
drink deep sweet lads and
Those blighted you gladly sow
shall one day fill your
Brood for decades - pure distilled
then bottled up much
Revenge - a draught serve you chilled,
when time has made it

- it's bile bouquet.
Laments ferment the patience
Cask full of futile dismay
My well-aged-rage - you 've the taps

Anno 1999 - a classic year for Whine.

Since it's drawn - I must sup the of sorrow
yet fate refills my cup each time I drain the dregs
Their poison cannot kill me - new strength it I 'll borrow
my maudlin is a caudle would fill a thousand kegs.

Anno 1999 - a classic for Vintage Whine.