My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. Let us proceed with our tale. For a big-bellied glass is the palette I use, And the choicest of wine is my colour; And I find that my nose takes the mellowest hues The fuller I fill it—the fuller! IV. Wood, furiously.
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