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Hovering overhead, The sorrows yours I drank To celebrate the woe that held us so strong, To feel the swell that urged my brain. If I could be so vain, it'd kill some pain. At least I would be content On the nightrain I've ridden, On the last train I've taken. Where's the end? I daren't face. The cold and isolated visage I dread, A drunk who wishes he'd be ever drunk without his own name. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 114.47.218.118
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