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Drinking away my sorrow


I'll drink away my pain and sorrow, under the peace blossom. Remembering how you stabbed me when I let my guard down, I followed you blindly and you took advantage of my love and slapped me in the face with your betrayal. The one who loved me warned about you saying don't get too far where there's no road of return, I told him as long as I make my road I won't be lost. There's a poem that says love those who loves you and hate those who tries to devour you. The sweetness in my wine makes me forget my own self, tipsy as I'm yet nothing heals a broken heart. Join me on oh my long gone beloved we shall drink till it's dawn. Eyes are nothing more then a river and it fills my cup but not my heart. Petals fall as the wind blew singing the once heart that heard your sorrow. Come again you shall not find the one they loved come again when the peace blooms. I filled my cup once again singing the song of the lost lovers. The rivers are flowing yet I'm still here under that same blossom tree a jar of wine and a cup to fill up my sorrow. Long ago they said betrayal was part of my retribution but they forgot to mention the pain it gave me yet here I'm drinking under the tree.

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