2006-01-15 01:30:51羅拔

Ode to My Friends

Let us make a deal
We are not allowed to leave
In fifty years
When we get old
We might be too weak to dance
But we
We could still talk and laugh
With a wine
Underneath the moon
Would we talk until the morning has broken
As the good old days
Then the sun would hurry us home
To prepare another banquet

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