You dine..
With them
Enemies of shine
Pure wine
Of mere whine.
Teardrops of sweetness
Wetness of Sweat
Survival of revival
Bitterness of better
Letters of my life
Combination Of The memories
Seasons of 40 years
Desert of dessert
Assertion of passion
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