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I think that I shall have a drink 
and toast to you and all you think
'bout love & hate & art & war &
what this life is really for. 

Giving, taking, making, breaking 
lonely hearts club band;
reaching, preaching, teaching, leaching 
blood sucking beggars with outstretched hands.

I think that I shall have a stink
and tell the world before I blink 
that all is well as well can be 
So kiss my glass and bow to me.  

Just below my drunken stem
Connected to my brain, my friend
You know the one that makes you bumble 
and people laugh each time you stumble.

Down upon your royal spot
Licking your wounds with all you've got
Until you get right back up again
With a head that aches & pounds & spins.

And I think that I shall pour another
in honor of my departed mother 
and dad as well who passed away
Here's to where they are today. 


Be they high up in the sky 
Or somewhere quite unfathomed
Beyond our wildest hopes and dreams 
And the completely unimagined.

Where now I reek & no longer speak
from too much of this brew 
where the ice is melting rapidly 
on folks like me and you. 

So one last toast before we're ghosts 
and life was a sweet chardonnay...
Here's to those who brought us here 
And all their love along the way.

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