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the red wine stops fermenting a young man turns to gray the voice of truth and promise leads one and all astray we follow with a notion of what may be ahead that voice of truth and promise has risen from the dead
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Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 12:15 PM UTC
you can't take it with you (wherever that may be)
the red wine stops fermenting a young man turns to gray the voice of truth and promise leads one and all astray we follow with a notion of what may be ahead that voice of truth and promise has risen from the dead
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Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 12:15 PM UTC
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