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In a dump truck
an old teacher
thought about the organization of life
decided to figure it out
moved his glass
to the table in the chamber
how long can spring be
took a sip
Having a hangover
an old teacher
thought about the purpose of time
the essence of the soul
how fumbling< br/>is a lucky fisherman
the fishing line is in a hurry, the human race is aiming for the moon
I have drunk myself
I have said yes, I still want to
I have drunk myself
I have a hangover
the old teacher
borrows from time
sighed
and the new youth
raised his glass
the chair creaked and
over there the horizon disappears, I don't know those ways
I am drank myself
said yes I still want to
I have drunk myself
I have drunk myself
said still this is not enough
I have drunk myself