Wine abates whine a drunk says
Abets to breathe after separations
Tell u what it takes you to new world
No grief there resides but mere merry
No reason left to do anything
Be free and go where your steps carry
A drunk says what he feels like
Fret not about good or bad, defame or praise,
Holds no grudges nor fear
A drunk sings a song of all her betrays
Needn't acquire any help
A drunk loves to live on own alone
Wine is supreme
For a drunk, to bow down and atone
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