‘Thank you! and
Please, crushed ice
With champagne of vow'.
I celebrate misery;
with clinking glasses
of friends, as well as foes.
The intoxication
soothes the sorrow;
before the reality hangs over.
Raise a toast to that
‘Hail sadness
And be my guest'
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