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Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.

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Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding.
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The time to hesitate is through no time to wallowin the mire Try now we can only lose and our love become a funeral pyre
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