Canto 1: Elixir
In days of eld
When moonlight danced on dew,
There’s Otin, a wondrous soul,
Did stroll from town to town,
With laughter's role, and gourd, and tapping rod.
His wine,
—a sweet elixir, tapped with care;
Did bring joy to all, and banish despair.
With every drop,
—a tale of merriment spun,
As folk, in revelry, their cares...
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