so i'll meet you down at claussen's corner. we'll shoot stick and toss the bull. we'll spill our tears over mugs of brew. at claussen's there'll be no one there 'cept you and me. and when we leave to head back to our homes and stagger a bit, we'll know that that place exists. where trouble mingles with forgetfulness for a while and we are loved.
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