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- Thread starter makandr
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Evening Toast
Hell with them. Today is when the new day comes,
So, let’s raise this toast for our young ones,
Let’s shake off from our temples gray frost,
Let’s toast, let’s toast
Let’s shake off from our temples gray frost,
Let’s toast, let’s toast
To loved ones who have guided us in our ways,
To friends who did not live to see these days.
To memories that now live through us
Raise your glass …
To memories that now live through us
Raise your glass…
God’s grace to all lands where free winds flowed
Peace to homes where dogs and horses feel loved
To sea waves that sing us our hymn
Pour to the brim
To sea waves that sing us our hymn
Pour to the brim.
My people, we are still living and we shall not fail,
So let’s toast to out luck on this perilous trail,
So that the craws would not caw to us
Let’s raise our glass
So that the craws would not caw to us
Let’s raise our glass
So that the craws would not caw to us
Let’s raise our glass
Hell with them. Today is when the new day comes,
So, let’s raise this toast for our young ones,
Let’s shake off from our temples gray frost,
Let’s toast, let’s toast
Let’s shake off from our temples gray frost,
Let’s toast, let’s toast
To loved ones who have guided us in our ways,
To friends who did not live to see these days.
To memories that now live through us
Raise your glass …
To memories that now live through us
Raise your glass…
God’s grace to all lands where free winds flowed
Peace to homes where dogs and horses feel loved
To sea waves that sing us our hymn
Pour to the brim
To sea waves that sing us our hymn
Pour to the brim.
My people, we are still living and we shall not fail,
So let’s toast to out luck on this perilous trail,
So that the craws would not caw to us
Let’s raise our glass
So that the craws would not caw to us
Let’s raise our glass
So that the craws would not caw to us
Let’s raise our glass
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