new year's eve
fine dark suits
paper hats
les grands salutes
your tear stained speech
and your wounded eyes your frail attempts
to be remembered
takes me down
it shoves me around blows my flame out
dries me out
and the morning lurks
the moon is on
I lost my faith
but the mood is gone
with the fireworks in new year's eve
serpentines
cheap cigars
fallen stars
sparkling wine it's time to quit
takes me down.
and start again only god knows
what we're celebrating.
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