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I knew an old man,
Wine bottle in hand,
Who told me just how to live.
Told me how he's been here so long,
And how I've lived my life all wrong,
Plus all the advice he could give.
And then through his slur,
Were a few words I heard,
As he dripped the last drops on his tongue;
He said, "Hold dear my advice,
On living your life,
Cuz i've done everything under the sun."