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THE CUP.
Come, fill the goblet up,
And pass the rosy wine;
I will not take the cup
From any hand but thine.
And pass the rosy wine;
I will not take the cup
From any hand but thine.
It is not merely wine
That thou dost pour for me;
But something more divine
That is bestowed by thee.
That thou dost pour for me;
But something more divine
That is bestowed by thee.
Though water fill the skin,
The draught should still be mine:
For thou wouldst look therein,
And make the water—wine.
The draught should still be mine:
For thou wouldst look therein,
And make the water—wine.
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