Still be the wine-house thronged with its glad choir,
Still be the wine-house thronged with its glad choir,
And Pharisaic skirts burnt up with fire,
Still be those tattered frocks and azure robes
Trod under feet of revellers in the mire.
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Omar Khayyam
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