"When, in autumn, you gather the grapes from the vines for the press, say in your heart: “I too am a vine, and my fruits will be gathered for the press, and like new wine I will be kept in eternal barrels.” And in winter, when you tap the wine, let there be in you a song for every cup; and in the song let there be remembrance of the autumn days, of the vine and the press."
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