We sit unhackled drunk and mad to edit (Angol)
Notions of freedom are tied up with drink Our ideal life contains a tavern Where man may sit and talk of or just think All without fear of the nighted wyvern, Or yet another tavern where it appears. There are no no trust sign no no credit And apart from the unlimited beer We sit unhackled drunk and mad to edit Tracts of a really better land where man May drink a finer, ah , an undistilled wine, That subtley intoxicates without pain, Weaving the vision of the unassimilable inn Where we may drink forever, Whit the door open, and the wind blowing. Feltöltő | P. T. |
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