Here I sit at the fire
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Liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul
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Here I drink alone and remember
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A graven life, the stain of her memory
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In this cup, love's poison
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For love is the poison of life
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Tip the cup, feed the fire,
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And forget about useless hope. . .
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Lost in the desolation of love
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The passions we reap and sow
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Lost in the desolation of life
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This path that we walk. . .
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Here's to love, the sickness
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The great martyr of the soul
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Here's to life, the vice
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The great herald of misery
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In this cup, spiritus frumenti
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For this is the nectar of the spirit
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Quench the thirst, drown the sorrow
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And forget about cold yesterdays. . .
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Lost in the desolation of love
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The passions we reap and sow
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Lost in the desolation of life
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This path that we walk. . .
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Lost in the desolation of love
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The sorrows we reap and sow
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Lost in the desolation of life
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The path that we walk. . .
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A Desolation Song
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| Agalloch |
