My heart, a captive of the bottle's gaze,
I long to drown in its reflecting haze.
My soul and it, a union to conceive,
A restless yearning, I can't quite appease.
My love, the bottle, with her I shall wed.
Before they crown me, groom in shining guise,
Before the wedding's dawn begins to rise,
Let her, my bottle, in bridal splendor gleam,
My life with hers, forever to comprise.
My love, the bottle, with her I shall wed.
If she's the queen of the Aguru's embrace,
Then I'm the chieftain of the drinkers' race.
A wondrous pair, our destinies entwine,
To one another, let us find our place.
My love, the bottle, with her I shall wed.
More than life itself, this bottle I adore,
Without her near, my very being's sore.
My love, the bottle, with her I shall wed.
How tenderly her magic I embrace,
And in her depths, I long to find my space,
My gaze fixed ever on her gentle art,
I crave her presence, in this lonely place.
My love, the bottle, with her I shall wed.
My longing grows, a tempest in my breast,
My suffering soul cannot find its rest.
A bottle's lover, and she is my all,
To me, my bottle, let her be expressed.
My love, the bottle, with her I shall wed.
Without the bottle, all is desolate,
Her fate is written in my wedding state.
My love, the bottle, with her I shall wed.
They urge me, break this bond, this endless tie,
But how can I, my love, my bottle, deny?
My love, the bottle, with her I shall wed.
The dark clouds gather, whispers on the breeze.
The night, a moonlit, intoxicating scene,
The season steeped in spirits, ever keen.
Such cruel circumstances can arise,
Where drinking spirits is all that's seen.
The dark clouds gather, whispers on the breeze.
The weather, drunk, a lover's whispered plea,
I swear by the rose, it is a mystery.
Unveil the veil, let the bottle's face be seen,
My love, the bottle, with her I shall be free.
My love, the bottle, with her I shall wed.
My bottle, my existence, all I claim,
My life, my life, my life, it's all the same.
My bottle, my every joy, my every start,
My life, my bottle, my soul's flame.
I am the tears of the bottle’s soul,
The bottle is my love, my only goal.
My love, the bottle, with her I shall wed.
Beholding the color of your lips untold.
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