Nastalgic Euphoria by Felicia Spencer

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Death a vintage of ones past
As nostalgic euphoria's a flame in its ash
Like a brroken rib from a madman's chest
Hollowed out to make a nest
To hold a love of wine and song
To hoast a feast of bitter wrongs
Brought down upon you by frozen hand
Down upon you the widowed man.