Wine glass half full
Emptied by a man
Who stood on his own sentence
Certainly not his own kind
Wandering on a silver road
Dangling by a thread
Wondering where life still stood
And death soon began
Emptied by a man
Who stood on his own sentence
Certainly not his own kind
Wandering on a silver road
Dangling by a thread
Wondering where life still stood
And death soon began
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