Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet heart now grown so cold,
that loving breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
On old long syne.
Just a nobody playing something epic
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Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better then drinking alone
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Sometimes you find something that you want to hold on to and never let go.
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