Magst

fight for life

Magst
fight for life

10 Plays

10 months ago

(Verse 1) In the amber glow of a neon night, We raise our glasses, the mood alight. A liquid courage, a toast to the free, A celebration of life, just you and me. (Chorus) Pour another, let the spirits flow, In the rhythm of laughter, let the good times grow. Drinking from the cup of stories untold, A symphony of moments, a warmth to hold. (Verse 2) With each sip, a journey begins, A melody of flavors, where pleasure wins. In the company of friends, old and new, The night unfolds, a canvas of hue. (Chorus) Raise your glass, let the worries fade, In the camaraderie, a bond is made. A dance with spirits, a merry spree, Cheers to the moments, wild and free. (Bridge) But in the haze of the intoxicating mist, A reminder to cherish, not to resist. For in the balance, a fine line we tread, A dance with moderation, not to be misled. (Verse 3) As the night matures, and tales unfold, A symphony of memories, both young and old. A liquid melody, in a glass we find, A refuge from reality, a fleeting bind. (Chorus) Sip by sip, let the laughter chime, In the rhythm of glasses, frozen in time. A celebration of the here and now, To the art of drinking, let's take a bow.

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10 months ago

(Verse 1) In the amber glow of a neon night, We raise our glasses, the mood alight. A liquid courage, a toast to the free, A celebration of life, just you and me. (Chorus) Pour another, let the spirits flow, In the rhythm of laughter, let the good times grow. Drinking from the cup of stories untold, A symphony of moments, a warmth to hold. (Verse 2) With each sip, a journey begins, A melody of flavors, where pleasure wins. In the company of friends, old and new, The night unfolds, a canvas of hue. (Chorus) Raise your glass, let the worries fade, In the camaraderie, a bond is made. A dance with spirits, a merry spree, Cheers to the moments, wild and free. (Bridge) But in the haze of the intoxicating mist, A reminder to cherish, not to resist. For in the balance, a fine line we tread, A dance with moderation, not to be misled. (Verse 3) As the night matures, and tales unfold, A symphony of memories, both young and old. A liquid melody, in a glass we find, A refuge from reality, a fleeting bind. (Chorus) Sip by sip, let the laughter chime, In the rhythm of glasses, frozen in time. A celebration of the here and now, To the art of drinking, let's take a bow.

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