Lyrics
Crochets the clouds with yarn so fine
And fills the oceans with red win
The trees, the sky, the forest fair
Bring a flavor to the air
I raise my glass and in a while
You answer with a secret smile
Hold on, hold on to me
An airborne leaf that landed near Has carried Dionysus here
He'll slip away but only when
He sees our glasses filled again
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