Beneath the breast.
We sip the wine
That fills the chest.
A moment's prick,
A minute's pain.
Our living is not
Just in vein.
Drink the night,
Rue the day.
We do not shrink
From blood's dark feast.
We take the man,
We leave the beast.
A moment's prick,
A minute's pain.
We live to love
To live again.
Drink the night,
Rue the day.
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