i raise this glass of stardust up
to the gods, ask their blessings
upon all your waking pleasures—
my good man you have conquered
the peaks of infatuation
and i as the one who fell
must now step aside
and let the student become the master
when Venus comes to you, fear not.
when the rivers merge to form
a thick life-giving serum
do not worry.
it's all reason to raise another glass
to you.
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