Because whatever evil wants looks good
It makes it easy for us
But harder on us to learn
Without sampling both
Each with its pleasures
But I want something further
A water just becoming wine
The original vintage of love
To sip it and pour
The rest on the ground
It makes a splashing sound
Puddles up seeping in
Seeking the roots of trees
On such a day as this
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