Grapes’ art

I drink and you drink,
And the wall of math passes out.

Oh, the gardener of the grapes’ art!
May your soil be plenteous.

I drink and you drink,
And the sky falls apart.

Oh, the gardener of the grapes’ art!
May your soil be plenteous.

I drink and you drink,
And the house of covers tears apart.

Oh, the gardener of the grapes’ art!
May your soil be plenteous.

I drink and you drink,
And the lock on your lips breaks apart.

Oh, the gardener of the grapes’ art!
May your soil be plenteous.

I drink and you drink,
And your naked soul begins to love to play the part,
On the naked scene at the naked theatre,
The part of the gardener of the grapes’ art:
“May your soil be plenteous.”

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