one more drink
before we leave
and go out into
that cold night,
tell me again that
story
from so long
ago. bartender
set em up.
the night is young
and we aren't.
one more drink
before we
go. where have
all the pretty
girls gone,
that's what all
of us old men
want to know.
the night is young.
bartender, please,
just one more
drink,
we don't want,
just yet,
to go.
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