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Holding bottles of whiskey and wine in our hands

we climb up this tall hill and lean on each other

those stars above pass by thoughtlessly

as we clink our glasses together

and hear this gentle song

and let me hear your sorrow


At the place called tranquil, here

It’s only song and drinks, ah this daydream

at the place called tranquil, here

It will be no more when we open our eyes

so I quickly hide this daydream

so I quickly hide this song

so I quickly hide this stillness

so I quickly hide, and ourselves.

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