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The ghost of her father brings her to tears, She weeps on the floor alone with her fears, In a bed full of ***** lies a man nearly dead, He drank himself blind to hide from his head, While a child lies awake with wide young eyes, Swears never to drink till the day that he dies, I sit in the cold and the dark with a rat, Consider the world and smoke my last jack
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 3:10 AM UTC
Effects of the Bottle
The ghost of her father brings her to tears, She weeps on the floor alone with her fears, In a bed full of ***** lies a man nearly dead, He drank himself blind to hide from his head, While a child lies awake with wide young eyes, Swears never to drink till the day that he dies, I sit in the cold and the dark with a rat, Consider the world and smoke my last jack
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 3:10 AM UTC
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