the champagne, oh the champagne
what it allows, words cannot construe
it's sweet bubbly essence allows me to speak in a velvety language that the sober I cannot reach
the stillness of the night inhibits my windchimes from singing to me
yet i find solace in the lull of the city as the cars create the only wind that travels through my breadth
the words I search but never find
have found me on this torrid evening
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