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Red wine and autumn sky, the one is drunk, / the other has to die;/ Sweet lips I kisssed are gone, /Swiftly as a sigh..../Not for lang I held thee, knew thee here,/ As I would have done: / For many a year./ New wine is sweet, another sky/ will dawn, but now/ The night is dark!/ How many more must ikwow/ the cold, cold, of my heart Lyric: Charles Gulston, song as improvised by Lourens Faul, composer-singer- pianist.