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On the Brink

In the rain, In the spring. He needs a drink A strong drink He is on the brink. The drain is up his neck, But the sailor is on the deck, Waiting to embark before the check-in He is on the brink. He shuffled a deck of cards on the table. Held on tight to the cords on the stable. He is on the brink. Anxiety grips, nerves all over He needs a drink, he is on the brink. Ranting and shouting hysterically But constrained physically. He wanted to propose to her But he needed a drink to .... Come out of the brink Dutch courage is all he has now. He is cowered when dry; He needs a drink to get out, He is on the brink when dry.

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