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One night, the soul of wine was singing in the flask:
"O man, dear disinherited! to you I sing
This song full of light and of brotherhood
From my prison of glass with its scarlet wax seals."

— Charles Baudelaire Les fleurs du mal (Flowers of Evil) (1857)

Un soir, l'âme du vin chantait dans les bouteilles:
"Homme, vers toi je pousse, ô cher déshérité,
Sous ma prison de verre et mes cires vermeilles."

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"L'Âme du Vin" [The Soul of Wine]

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