Take a trip to the wild sides of ourselves
Sip from a bottle of wine and be my glass
And let me drink it from your gentle lips thereof
I can pretend the wine is water and I am parched
But is it pretence if I yearn a drink from your mouth at all
For all the wine glasses do is kill the aura the wine holds
Your lips hold a fountain of love, abd I yearn to drink of
So love, ah my apologies my long gone love
Come back, come back, for my soul is parched
I will wait at my doorstep for you to hurriedly arrive
Or drink my wine by myself, pass out, in memories thereof
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