Last Evening
This is my last drink.
Oh, I should not cross limits,
should not stumble on uneven paths.
Hold my hand, but I am not drunk,
just the strides are long.
I am going back,
from where I started.
Somebody is waiting,
she is calling.
Look, there is my paradise,
there is a home.
Oh, my last evening,
Give me my last drink.
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