The intoxicating drink of the night blurred our perceptions,
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nullifying all stress and anticipation of the mind;
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We beg of you more.
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For at these moments, we are divine and this is simply a shameless time...
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We sat there, wallowing in our purest form, urging each other to give more.
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No one would settle for just the mind while the gathering was reaching its prime
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each hoping it would be their time.
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I personally achieved mine.
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Hours and hours of this recycled action occurred before darkness fell upon the large cool room.
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Most of us lie there content, happy, and filled with a memory that was still being created.
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We must remember;
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For tomorrow we would awake and memory would be the only evidence.
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Did last night exist?
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Or was it the intoxicating drink, playing one of its many tricks?
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I beg of you more
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I Beg Of You
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Matt Zane |