then toast,
if the day ends and
we are all alone,
when night comes
and evil puts a grin,
when cold hits and
all is in vain..
to what shall we celebrate,
then,
if fear is the head,
and faith the tale?
to what then my friend,
if trust is lost,
and love is dead?
shall we drink to fates hand
where pain is right
misery a tight
noose
and death at the left,
tell me then friend
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