That wassailer`s potion

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I was exited

To loiter into the past

For this I was granted

By the same wassailer`s flask

Who seemth to be dreaming

This pale miserable lot

Forlorn he needed accompany

So I offered some toll.

I poured some wine

Left in the pot

And drowned into the silence

with fire burning unto heart

I saw gravity fading

And world dancing around

As if everything in rhythm

forlorn mine was fault