So let's drink to that and the passing time

(...)

My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees the world through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for the passing time

My death waits there between your thighs
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Let's not think of that and the passing time

My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
So let's drink to that and the passing time


(...)


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