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Softly sipping

From the venomous stream

Of a poisonous spring

Thence inebriated and oblivious

To the foulness of its spout

A shapeless solace

In its oldest form

Baleful beverage

To soothe a burdened soul

Flooded and gone were the sorrows

Forgotten and lost were the morrows

Once the flowing fountain

Of foolness had dried

The reefs appeared

And pierced the tide

Unveiling the shrouded wreckage

Its remains

It is in vain

That we try to drown

The catalyst of pain

(Solo: Bourbonnais - Allaire)

For the thorny crown of reality

Will always weigh heavily

Upon the weary head of sanity

And be a reminder of the frailty

Of our own honesty