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À ta santé mon brave Lyrics

By Venus and Cupid and all the dear old heathen deities, who are so remarkably convinient myths to take one's oath upon, I hope you will not compel me to consider you a fool.

What an idea that is of yours - "medicinal green". Think of melted emeralds instead. There beside you, you have the most marvelous cordial in all the world. Drink, and you will find your sorrows transmuted, yourself transformed. Even if no better result be obtained than escaping the chill you have incurred in this night's heavy drenching, that is surely enough.
Life without Absinthe? I can not imagine it. For me it would be impossible. I should hang, drown or shoot myself into infinitude, out of sheer rage at the continued cruelty and injustice of the world.
With this divine nectar of Olympus I can defy misfortune and laugh at poverty, as though they were the merest bagatels.

Come - to your health, mon brave. Drink with me.
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