Empty glass full of night,
Stars shine on your rim
Still damp from rich red wine
I slowly sipped as night slid in.

Empty glass full of night,
Empty bottle on it's side
Empty thoughts that match the night.
As fading light leaves night behind.

I toasted to a life wine sweet.
But too much wine comes to the head
And from the glass of sweet red dreams
Comes little else but morning pain.  

No one left to fill my glass,
To mix this night with rich red wine.
Too damned tired to stretch my hand.
To fill my empty glass,  full of night.
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