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Into the weld of life I leap
Sleep as modern caste is but a creed
For in the well of despair
Man slips least he fall
A God gathers up time
As the mind retreats the shell and call
Once the cup turns for the
The die the roll true
In the barroom it is the bartender and you
Now tune like a ship captain and crew
Blend in visions let
Like shadows on the wall
We of drink forget
Love and hate in glass tipped
A mix of kisses left
Hugs lead to perfection set
Ah the wall is skipping now
The images of fate spend requite
The lady in the corner
Helps me to forte
Man is but imagination cold inflammation
Last of water in sleep
Peace my child please keep me
As prier going past boats
In floats of buoy
Drive me home
Bottom end of proud
Wipe that smile
For life after time
Slips a mind in file
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