Nature has created no fruit
Without a proper vocation,
For the sake of those in need.
Pressed,
What comes out-wine,
Unlike Existence that emerges.
From Nothing. Born to serve
Pours out drunkness, for free to all,
Till intoxication
Raises its head
From the crowd of the world
To say 'It's i you have been looking for'
yoonoos peerbocus
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