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God Lyæus, ever young,

Ever honored, ever sung,

Stained with blood of lusty grapes,

In a thousand lusty shapes,

Dance upon the mazer's brim,

In the crimson liquor swim;

From thy plenteous hand divine,

Let a river run with wine.

God of youth, let this day here

Enter neither care nor fear!

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