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Commonly known in some circles as a nuisance
Ripped from the minds, habits are blind, i will not lose this
Others will read of my curse, i make no promise
Send me all one can afford, then a bit more
A vengeance of kind, courage is mine, death needs assistance
Crumbled beneath, i fail to lead, i will not force this
All my old friends call me their clown
All my old fears often surround

Opposite sides, see who survives, I'm pulling old tricks
Another lost one, we all belong, i'm rinsed and polished
Some ferocious creatures often found
Seem to need only what meats are around

Hours pass as the company gets silent
Its looks as though you're not so young after all
They come through the door wearing bright red
In parting, their growing lewd instead
Most of my pals all come out to send me off
Most of these rounds rinse clean what once was soft
Oh without me, you could dine with some wealth
Oh without me, don't watch my fading health