Absinthe Dream   You share with me a bottle of special absinthe I drink a sip (Of that special substance!) I feel the world slip.   The bottle clatters on the floor, The glass window behind me shatters a thousand score, And all of my reality is reduced to shredded tatters, As I see the…

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