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Now with its joyful prime my age is rife,

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Now with its joyful prime my age is rife, by Omar Khayyam

Now with its joyful prime my age is rife,
I quaff enchanting wine, and list to fife;
Chide not at wine for all its bitter taste,
Its bitterness sorts well with human life!

Form: Iambic Pentameter

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