And from the floor the view is clear,
Seen through the shimm'ring lens of beer
The party where we first were labeled
Drunkard, and mistook it for a friendly jeer.
The party where we were circled round
By many warm friends, then shortly found
Their number fewer, their company
Cooler as we fell fast toward the ground.
The first glass we all raised as one
As together we all joined in the fun.
But pleasures like rivers, tho the ends the same
From sources and by courses different run.
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