Drunkard, see you your face in the mirror,
What have you made of yourself
Taking daru,
Indian daru?
The liver is at stake,
The face has swollen
And still now you've not,
Haven't daru?
Drunkard, may I dare ask you,
Is daru your life?
Is the bottle all
And you gulping it,
Emptying it?
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