Gebt mir zu trinken!
Was in den Sternen steht, kann man nicht ändern,
Doch man vergißt es bei der Gläser Blinken.

Blume der Schenke!
Du wirfst was in den Wein, daß ich erkranke,
Und trunken bin, so oft ich dein gedenke.

Friedrich Rückert
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