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| Beirut, March 2012 |
In candlelight the glass doth glow
One look at it and you will know
That when a day just took its toll
The wine is here to launder all
In candlelight the glass runs low
These sips of wine will just not throw
All of your troubles, here to stay
So please my friend just drive home safe
Nothing like sleep, ever will fare
In wiping off that nightly glare
