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I drink because I am depressed

Mate, pour yourself this thought to think

And sip on it throughout the day

Did daylight always turn to grey

Is joy within an ice cube chink

Since when was love so far away

So near the edge of some dark brink

Your tears wet your quivered lip

It’s your life, who am I to say

That grief is in that glass you sip

So wet with tears you’ve lost your grip

Stop weeping for the missing link

And look at it a different way

I’ll pour you this thought, if I may

Could it be, Mate, do you think

That you’re depressed

Because you drink?

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by Gail