Ramblings of a drunkard...
A drink, a large one should I say
And the sleep follow it with.
Lovely dinner, I should not forget
They seem to place my mind.
They seem to have healing effect.
I seem lot calmer and cheerful
I should, sincerely, accept.
I still miss you
Your thoughts still flood my head
A little pain in heart, and moisten my eyes.
But then aren't they always of deal?
A deal, we called Move On,
Concentrate on career and prosper.
Both you and your family
I have lost rhyme now, but the feelings exist
I may say otherwise, but I still adore you
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