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Scott Phillips
Eve
Spinning stars a gift of wine
Spirits sweet and sharp
Cleanses our souls of sins and any inhibitions we may cling to this eve
Drink deeply my friends
Embrace the twilight
Air dances in each of our arms
As we await a lover this night
Await a kiss as sweet and cleansing as wine
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