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Drunken frutiflies dance in my wineglass

All through the night

I hear their souls pass

Like seconds to the right

Clockwise and clocwork

They pass down my gullet

Like dregs that rise

Downwards a bit like regret

But refreshments so crisp

Like grapes full of captured sun

I begin to lisp

All about the already run

Put black horses through their paces

Hourglasses with sand

Grain that traces

Glimmers of land

In the oasis

O

Abuzz are the contented

Till they go

To lands enchanted

To sing forever

Sing so clear

That they are silent

Clever dear

Yes,

Clever dear

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