A Drinking Song

WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

by William Butler Yeats

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I like it the poem
i think a lunch would bhe nice hank
A sestet With a rhyme scheme of ab ab ab. Nicely written.
WINE comes in at the mouth And loves comes in at the eye. Nice style.
What would the theme be You decide.
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