I, alone among the flowers,
Here, with a jug of wine,
Me,
the moon, and my shadow,
I
raise my glass of wine.
But
the moon cannot drink,
And
my shadow cannot stay.
Still,
we must make merry the spring.
I
dance with my spastic shadow
In
the light of the jittering moon.
One
wonderful jig and another
Until
the wine is gone.
Drunk
we are three,
Sober,
one.
Let’s
do this all again
sometime.
We must all
do
this again
sometime.
There
in
the river of stars.
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