'Fill my glass to the brink, good man bartender'
'This is the last one I serve tonight, for you or anybody else'
'Look at this amberish beauty'
I said as I handed the money
'One day so much beauty will kill you, my man'
He said placing a hand on my hand
'Your advice comes a little late, since I'm already gone'
I said looking into the tender's eyes
then I just walked away
He took the drink in his hand and lifted it to a toast
'For those who have died of love'
I just repeated under my breath
'I'm already gone'
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