And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine High piping Pehlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine! Red Wine!" - the Nightingale cries to the Rose That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.
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And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine High piping Pehlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine! Red Wine!" - the Nightingale cries to the Rose That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.
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