A Drink Called Loneliness
You've been drinking for awhile,
Feel you've done a golden mile.
Try to drown your misery,
A bad fur day of memories.
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King of the land, have sacks of green,
But now it seems like a bad dream.
Berri's gone, the bottle's here,
Here's to you, and to life's drear.
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You look around an empty bar,
Loneliness is course's par.
No scarecrows, weasels, friends to meet,
Just you, a drink, and empty seats.
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And then you exit into rain.
This time from sickness you refrain.
Path to the left will take you home,
To castle, money, life alone.
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So thus you choose path to the right.
Go staggering through stormy night.
Stumbling down a stony path,
With misery all set to last.