Charge my Glass

Charge my glass
For the last time dear,
I will drink to your beauty.

Charge my glass
For now I fear
They are coming for me.

The sirens wail I hear
An old familiar tune
And soon I wont be free.

Charge my glass
As I hold you near
And I will come quietely.

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