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Eugene Field - Der Mann Im Keller
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How cool and fair this cellar where
    My throne a dusky cask is;
To do no thing but just to sing
    And drown the time my task is.
        The cooper he`s
        Resolved to please,
And, answering to my winking,
        He fills me up
        Cup after cup
For drinking, drinking, drinking.

        Begrudge me not
        This cosy spot
In which I am reclining—
        Why, who would burst
        With envious thirst,
When he can live by wining.
A roseate hue seems to imbue
    The world on which I`m blinking;
My fellow-men—I love them when
I`m drinking, drinking, drinking.

And yet I think, the more I drink,
    It`s more and more I pine for—
Oh, such as I (forever dry)
    God made this land of Rhine for;
      And there is bliss
      In knowing this,
As to the floor I`m sinking:
      I`ve wronged no man
      And never can
While drinking, drinking, drinking.
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