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closing time

when the bottle is gone
and the night comes to an end
I reflect on the evening
I've spent drinking with friends

in that smokey cafe
where we played scrabble and laughed
about all of the good times
and some not drinking in halves

where the waitress kept smiling
and looking our way
at four smiling friends
who continued to play

four smiling friends
who are there for each other
who all think the same
and order another

so that's two bottles of wine
for four smiling friends
who have had a great evening
when the evening ends

now it's closing time
and we all say goodnight
and four friends go four ways
under the smiling moonlight

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