You cannot forget
(No, dreams don’t allow).
The blood from your veins
Made free by fake vow.
And tears of your past,
(Still streaming to heart)
Cocktail from your pain,
Not least, not the last.
So drink it with pleasure,
It's priceless. And sense
You're cleaner and higher
But still cannot measure
How far you've been filled
By the experience...
Drunkards we are...
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