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- Now let you and me buy wine today!
- Why say we have not the price?
- My horse spotted with five flowers,
- My fur-coat worth a thousand pieces of gold,
- These I will take out, and call my boy
- To barter them for sweet wine.
- And with you twain, let me forget
- The sorrow of ten thousand ages!
- The living is a passing traveler;
- The dead, a man come home.
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