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This life's
replete with spirits,
why don't you grab a glass,
and drink this one
- a hundred proof -
as if it were your last.
Dance,
while your bones are limber,
sing,
while the lyric's clear,
come,
stain your lips,
with the season's
ripened harvest,
as it bares.
For
this life,
is the growing season,
and this skin's,
for the vintage wines,
so flesh out
every single drop,
then fall asleep
between the vines.
replete with spirits,
why don't you grab a glass,
and drink this one
- a hundred proof -
as if it were your last.
Dance,
while your bones are limber,
sing,
while the lyric's clear,
come,
stain your lips,
with the season's
ripened harvest,
as it bares.
For
this life,
is the growing season,
and this skin's,
for the vintage wines,
so flesh out
every single drop,
then fall asleep
between the vines.
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