Longing for a tune that reduces me to tears, for a song that gives back just a few years, and then for a cup of tea that tastes like a few stout beers.
I used to like wheat beer - twas smooth and kind to my bitter fear - now I taste for an IPA, too long awaited and too much fricking day. Bring the evening, for that pint of mine, though alcoholic some say, it really just means sublime.
Once I heard a tune, and it was fair, yet these young lads sang and now I stand upwards in my chair to belt above your blasted noise and bring this riddle of pure rejoice. Please listen and weep for days of thunder that stole through noise of this pure melodic wonder.
Have fun and listen responsibly eh
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