Stuff yourself with the leftover wine on the table
And for a moment be able
To forget that other girl with a beautiful ass
Dissolve your solitude with this empty glass
The boy that ordered it before you
Is already gone around two
But, don’t think of me after the last call
I’m not this leftover wine at all.
-Cybèle
Leftover wine, Melanie Safka, 1970
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