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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - The Convivial Book - Ye`ve Often, For Our Drunkenness,
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Blamed us in ev`ry way,
And, in abuse of drunkenness,

Enough can never say.
Men, overcome by drunkenness,

Are wont to lie till day;
And yet I find my drunkenness

All night-time make me stray;
For, oh! `tis Love`s sweet drunkenness

That maketh me its prey,
Which night and day, and day and night,

My heart must needs obey,--
A heart that, in its drunkenness,

Pours forth full many a lay,
So that no trifling drunkenness

Can dare assert its sway.
Love, song, and wine`s sweet drunkenness,

By night-time and by day,--
How god-like is the drunkenness

That maketh me its prey!
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