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How could I be so wrong?

i am, as the poets say, a mess

A bottle of wine was good company

And night birds digging until dawn

Need the remedy to sleep at night

Odakuporodnék az árnyékod mellé

Last night was terrible

Tell that I'm gone again

I'm going down, now

It feels like a long time since I was free

And I am lower now and lower still