Each leaf, a rose, would bloom anew,
If every bud held dreams for you.
You cast a gaze, a fresh allure,
Else, the dew would drown in brew.
Each leaf, a rose, how blooms unfold,
Whose eyes have seen a million bright,
How could their heart be ever cold?
Give, pour the wine, oh cup-bearer,
Give, pour the wine,
Measure on measure, let the glass brim,
I'll speak of sense, a sober mind,
I'll speak of sense,
When I'm myself again.
Give, pour the wine, oh cup-bearer,
To claim my heart, your pleas unfurled,
What humble acts, what tender words.
To claim my heart,
Why turn your gaze away,
Why turn your gaze,
When need had flown, and purpose blurred?
Give, pour the wine,
Measure on measure, let the glass brim,
Give, pour the wine,
Through all my life, the hardest times,
Did walk with me, in shadowed rhymes,
Through all my life,
One before your coming near,
One before your coming near,
One when you left, the fading chimes.
Give, pour the wine,
Measure on measure, let the glass brim,
Give, pour the wine,
A soul ignites, a fiery hue,
When shattered on life's bitter view.
A soul ignites,
The henna blooms in vibrant grace,
The henna blooms,
When crushed to dust, the stone breaks through.
Give, pour the wine,
Measure on measure, let the glass brim,
I'll speak of sense, a sober mind,
When I'm myself again.
Give, pour the wine,
Measure on measure, let the glass brim,
Give, pour the wine,
Give, pour the wine,
Give, pour the wine.
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