Like a glass full of wine
Overflowed,
And the wine keeps pouring.
And the glass drowns in it.
And the wine never ends.
And the emotions are so raw.
And fresh and clean and
Fucking beautiful
And Brahms is playing the
Violin Concerto in D Major
And nothing else matters,
Any more, any less,
Live goes on as it should
And we should move on,
Somewhere else,
Remember that Brahms concerto
And the good wine
And all the good times
And the warm sun
On the nice bright day
When we were young and
We didn’t give a fuck
And we were so innocent and true,
Just like that violin Concerto in D Major.
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