Thin Wine

I have never raised a cup in joyful company, never stood shoulder to shoulder with a friend in righteous valor,

never wiped away a thousand sorrows of parting, only endured seventeen years of wind and frost,

from dawn to dusk, the world's changes are hard to predict,

whether dream or illusion, the blood in my veins still burns,

bring me a cup of heroes' wine, and fill it again when we've drunk it.

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