The world is drunk,
Yet never satisfied,
With the wine of love.
For ages still,
In search of new,
All-consuming love.
Because it was never true,
The last with you,
Yet you never knew,
Till it was ending.
So will love still,
Be so pursued,
Till the ends of the world;
Till the world ends?
But isn't that why,
We're still alive?
But life, has to be much more.
Yet Love, was what saved us.
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