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A rather cynical rewrite of the timeless classic, "Drink to me only...." |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes And mine will give the lie No tears I'd shed if worst befell And parted thou and I. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth twist thy heart awry For if thou fall'st within this love Thy soul wilt surely die. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not meant for thy love's sake Of roses black and vines of ash No mind as a gift would take But thy belief burned stronger still And grew thy own heart's ache Now though I curse thy dream-blinded eyes Thou still wilt not awake. |