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About This Poem
Night time
Night time
Lost in the night time,
looking for a glass of Port wine,
so I can hide tears of loneliness,
just for one night,
then call upon dear friends,
to join my drinking away,
pretending what we might have,
or to be,
so we cannot lose it,
even if we intend to.
We can master the art of drinking,
but
healing the lonely night,
it's hart to
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