"He was surprised by his sixty years
and with life he would still play,
he who offered his face to the wind,
his throat to wine and never a thought
not to money, not to love nor to heaven.
Yes, it really seems you can hear him
babbling still about the filthy things
eaten on the street at the wrong hours,
it feels like you can still hear him
telling the liquor merchant:
you who sell it, what do you buy that's better?"
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