When false dawn streaks the east with cold, grey line,
Read 'When false dawn streaks the east with cold, grey line,' by 'Omar Khayyam' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
When false dawn streaks the east with cold, grey line, by Omar Khayyam
When false dawn streaks the east with cold, grey line,
Pour in your cups the pure blood of the vine;
The truth, they say, tastes bitter in the mouth,
This is a token that the «Truth» is wine.
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