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We sit all through the night
Watching the slaves, grimly
Reminding one another that
Had it not been for the wench
With the golden eye (
The silver pipe was filled
With the muses of life and
The wine pooled in molten
Sheets across the flagstones.
Then it happened. The sound!
The light! It seared into ears.
It seared into eyes. Their
Fright left them cowering.
) we would now be accursed
By some foreigner' wrathful god.
"Bring more wine and food!"