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I never could refuse a drop of red to wash down evenings thick with stress and strife - I never did believe that love is dead, but love can never quench my thirst for life. Warm lips are fine, and roving, needy hands; there's satisfaction in a single night. I never cared much, though, for one-night stands, when hundreds of forevers hover right beneath your skin. Before the sun appears, I'll hush your frantic heart and drink your fears.