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Making myself lost,

hope this feelings last
Never felt lonely - this life,
pragmatically out of sight

Can everybody proffer me?

apple red wine pouring down to my knees

The dark crowd secretly ascribe,

for they knew I do subside

Asking; are you also lost?

apple red wine died fast

Oh! dear sweet woman lunge me with thy knife,

a dull moment worth to fight:

Can anyone give the man sober glory?

red red wine - this apple felt sorry

Dear me! Please recompense him a elated side. 

A worthy existence to ride