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Raise your glass high
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And share with me in my joys and grievings
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I toast to the mountains and valleys
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To the future and the days gone by
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I invite you in with good humor and levity
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All I have is yours and I pray that you drink deeply
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My cup has been emptied
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So I may see what it tastes like to be free
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Cause for so long this glass has owned me
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Focused on the chalice rather than what it contained
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So I gave all of worth to the needy and the rest to the sea
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Then I looked around at all of the beautiful things that I had gained
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What can a glass speak of its contents
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And can it boast at its filling?
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What else could it do but mutter a quiet thanks
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So it is that I look forward to my spillings
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For I am sure that such times are the only thing steadying my hands from their violent shaking
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So with gladness in my heart and hope in my eyes
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I drink to my fill of Your celebration wine
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And as I pour glass after glass
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I'll lift it high
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(I'll lift You high)
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And give a hearty toast to life
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___________________
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Name Salute E Vita
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Artist Being As An Ocean
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Album Dear G-D...
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