Ahhhh a little glass of Vimto A less honed state of mind It's what you're probably into Some solace you will find When it finally hits you The feeling of ambience (am bee aunce) The miseries don't inflict you With their nasty dance Instead you're warm and mellow Semi distant in the clouds and your fear deserts you Confidence abounds The fact it isn't solace It's alcohol induced just goes to sharply tell you There isn't an excuse So solace for the soul Isn't vimto in a glass Neither is it excuse Because you haven't class Its from the mind a Sun Ray Shining in your dark To brighten and illuminate That ray of hope or spark.
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