Icy cold,
Sweet refreshing grape juice,
That I never miss in Empire Restaurant.
Slowly I took my sips,
thus removing the thirst of life.
In between those little shiny ice cubes,
I gently stirred the remaining purple juice,
And just like before,
flashes of memories shared appeared,
in this very same place,
Of sweetness passed,
Of yesterdays,
That stays forever fresh.
Hmmm… Sir, may I have another grape juice please!
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