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Nov 2010
You offered me a golden cup of wine.
A jar of olives in brine.
With all my heart i drank it.
You had nothing to admit.

I know you gave me poison.
I know you kept me imprisoned.
Why do i still believe in you?
Was it love or foolishness you wrung me through?
Written by
Fred McCarthy
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