I've witnessed the allure of every gesture,
the turning of fate's relentless measure.
Last night, I abstained, untouched, in the tavern,
yet the very wine, it spoke its pleasure.
O, cupbearer, your gaze, a dagger in the wine,
a moon I often see, in the liquid shine.
O, cupbearer, your gaze, a dagger in the wine.
For your joy, I swear, I make this vow,
for your joy, I swear, I make this vow,
I've mingled the blood of my heart, somehow,
in the wine's deep flow.
O, cupbearer, your gaze, a dagger in the wine.
Fearing a serpent, I set down the glass,
fearing a serpent, I set down the glass,
mistaking your tresses, their mirrored mass,
in the wine's passing.
O, cupbearer, your gaze, a dagger in the wine.
Fixing my gaze, a truth I now perceive,
Fixing my gaze, a truth I now perceive,
that She has come, in the guise I believe,
now dwelling in the wine.
O, cupbearer, your gaze, a dagger in the wine.
Should I die in this tavern, the tavern will weep,
Should I die in this tavern, the tavern will weep,
cupbearer, serve me poison, in secrets keep,
with the wine's deep sleep.
O, cupbearer, your gaze, a dagger in the wine.
O, cupbearer, your gaze, a dagger in the wine,
a moon I often see, in the liquid shine.
O, cupbearer, your gaze, a dagger in the wine.
O, cupbearer, your gaze, a dagger in the wine.
O, cupbearer, your gaze, a dagger in the wine.
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