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You've journeyed to the most romantic shores,
Hiked through the river Loire and the Rhine
Where your palate is primed and your spirit soars
To heights where your self-made angels glide.
How they flatter you so with sweet talk and wine,
Persuasive they are, pulling you far
By garlands of chains so fragile and fine.
You greet them there-- infatuated, in awe,
Where the gods would have it-- the chains that break
Your link with the world, where you fall under--
Not over-- the blue sky, the clear lake,
To turn and churn in the gray grime with wonder:
You've sunk to the ground, unable to think,
Alone, stuck, punch-drunk before the first drink!
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