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Per Omar Khayyam

As Khayyam in rubaiyat quite often used to say:

Here's the wine, so drink it up, let it make us play.

Don't break this fragile jug, which is made of clay,

Time will pass, and you too may return this way.

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Published: May 7, 2016
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