Have a drink, my friend,
have a drink before you pass.
For you will, you will pass away
and I on the corner shall see you.
I on the corner who sit and drink,
while you walk in the sun.
The sun burns you.
But walk you will, and i will drink.
I do nothing, you will say.
I serve no purpose, I am lost.
You strut like a headless chicken, in the heat you cackle.
I am lost.
There is no haze.
I see clearly.
But I am lost.
I can see the light,
but i can't feel the heat.
Thank you, stranger.
Now you must leave, and I
must
drink.
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