A tempest,
A torment,
A swirling black tumult.
A dark storm of grief
And deep-seated pain.

The alcohol dulls,
But does not drown.
Now someone encroaches,
My very mind he invades!

Who are you?
You know me?
Why do I trust you?
Another comes now;
He's chasing the first.

No, Veri, don't go!
Don't leave me alone!

Not again...

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