Tripel
How all the ales taste of despair?
Before Belgium my thirst was quenched
Not long ago they all were fair
How all the ales taste of despair
In Belgium abbeys monks prepare
Tripels to make my drought get drenched
How all the ales taste of despair
Before Belgium my thirst was quenched
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