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Cease your reproach, for reproach is only temptation And cure me with the very cause of my debilitation Saffron-coloured, no…

Pay no heed to puritanical talk And drink of a northern-breeze-chilled rose Red wine, pure, proffering its scent Musk, with…

Tonight we hear the voices of machine-guns not death's footsteps Who guides the bullet to choose who dies? The one…