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Drink On 'Til Night Be Spent And Sun Do Shine
by HENRY PURCELL
Drink on 'till night be spent and sun do shine. Did not the Gods give anxious mortals wine to
wash all
care. To wash all care and trouble from the heart: Why then so soon should Jovial fellows part Come, let this bumper for the next make way. Who's sure to live, who's sure to live and drink another
day!
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