Ninety Nine Bottles of Beer

Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer;
Each represents one gut-wrenching day, since with us, you have been down here!
They’re all filled to the brim with the “Ail” of our souls, and spirits that on that day died;
And pain’s saturation in the core of our hearts, with the teardrops that we ever cry!
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If only these bottles had been a large keg, for that, at least we could stop;
And save what little, that we still have left, of our sanity, soon set to drop!
Or maybe we should just be abstemious, for we can no longer drink in your love;
Fate’s Prohibition, took all that away, said “my laws you are not above”!
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Oh how we long to guzzle you down, inundate our now empty hearts;
Inebriate ourselves, with the beauty of you, the drunken revelry start!
But our lives are now dry, the spirits all gone, two Teetotalers e’er so bereft;
For the source of our everlasting love’s highs, some ninety-nine days ago left!
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                                    Spirited away
                          As you took your final gulp
                               We drank in horror