Staggering
And falling on the roads
Or dancing
And singing
With a bottle of wine
Into the hands
And he complaining casually
What this world has given,
How has it been broken his heart
And he is living for this wine
Taking to it,
The gentleman who takes to it is sherbet
And he wine,
how the treatment of this rich world
Where you rich, but I poor!
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