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Shall, I, with such a little hoard to spend,
Waste it to such unprofitable end?
Do as you please who think another way —
For me, the wine cup and a pretty friend.

Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who
Before us passed the door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
Which to discover we must travel too.

“Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you.
It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends.
Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.”

"Omar Khayyam"