Come,
let's scatter roses and
pour wine in the glass;
we'll shatter heaven's roof
and lay a new foundation.
If sorrow raises armies
to shed the blood of lovers,
I'll join with the wine bearer
so we can overthrow them.
With a sweet string at hand,
play a sweet song, my friend,
so we can clap and sing a song
and lose our heads in dancing.
inspired by Hafiz ( from Carl.W Ernst)
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