Ah, fill the Cup / what boots it to repeat / How Time is slipping underneath our Feet / Unborn Tomorrow, and Dead Yesterday, / Why fret about them if Today be sweet ! / Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn / My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn / And Lip to Lip it murmur'd - "While you live
Drink ! / for once dead you never shall return."
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seeing this deck made me delighted. reclaiming memories of my ferry ride while in goa with friends couple of years back :)
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