The consolations of wind and prayer are sufficient (sometimes)
And yet we do seek refuge in the depot
Inebriation is swift and total
Eyes closed, singing softly
The jacket is impossible to adorn
The keys are elusive
The stairway is problematic
The polite grin wavers
It'll flicker out soon when
You tell me you want
to forget all this
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