That’s a drinking and writing night






That's a drinking and writing night, that's just the point
Where we can't hide.
Ourselves, themselves, and all behind,
All that can be for ever seen,
All that you were is left inside.
You trie to look in shivering glance,
This kind of doubt would be your end.
So if you trust, in whatever, climb on the walls
With no more clouds, that has ever been in your mind.
So climb and climb and whatever
What you will find, is only you, some of a kind.



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