A Dim Gathering
Right in front of you
Absinthe burns in flames
Burns down your will and purpose
Brings another catastrophe
But truth is only one
You are the upper class
For the poor liquor never pours
Your sorrow misleading
By laughter, dance and parties
But the truth is only one
We end up in a dim light
With empty bottles
And cold hearts
Frightened by silence
But the truth is only one
Another round will follow
With more on the table
Where absinthe
Will burn our will and purpose
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