The Last Whisky
The last shot of whisky
The bottle will be empty
The taste and flavor
Still superb and dainty
The people’s words
Sometimes they reverse
Unlike the whisky
Maintain the same degree
Far away, you are now
I feel like you drop me
In dark and doleful night
With the glass empty
The people’s words
Sometimes they reverse
Unlike the whisky
No change in quality
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