At dawn came a calling from the tavern
Hark drunken mad man of the cavern
Arise; let us fill with wine one more turn
Before destiny fills our cup, our urn.
Meaning of it by the Lonewolf:
Morning arose to the weird call of the office and the Wife
Yet another trot back to the same old hag of Life
Awaken to such a day, it is better to fill another cup and sway
This maybe your last earthly cup and your last day
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