The lucid means of my mind.
In this drunken stupor I'm blind.
The past thoughts it lends.
The short passions it ends.
the life of the party is poison,
all over life's end son,
but hey let's drink and forget this short life.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
The lucid means of my mind.
In this drunken stupor I'm blind.
The past thoughts it lends.
The short passions it ends.
the life of the party is poison,
all over life's end son,
but hey let's drink and forget this short life.
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