There are those who are certain that drinking and courting
Is a sure way to hell and damnation
But if that is to be it would seem clear to me
That god has no sense of occasion
For to fullfill his plan both woman and man
Bring forth each new generation
And a bottle of stout
And a bit of a heart
Can greatly aplease procreation
Silentium
Es war, als hätt' der Himmel die Erde still geküßt.
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