here's to me being able to make it out alive, and live to tell stories about it
wish I could grow a beard, just to show how much I've aged in my travels
experiences are overflowing, my cup is forever full thanks to His grace
and I can't wait, I can't wait to pour more wine, let it seep into the ground, to the toes of my feet
and I'll grow even taller with the newfound fertiliser, towering above the saplings
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