Tippler's liquor in Pearl
A snow peak down, high spirited and melts.
Sharp burns iced valley on virgin throat
Cold bloodstreams; mind at dream interrogates, ah!
Eyes steady, cover at frost!
Haha, act meekly in mad's
A little off beat of salsa on snowy animals' sound
Blessed liquor feels
A spiritus of immortals, my dearest
Wished it never dies
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