Cheers
Sorrow croons as Love begs
She does not know which to believe
Sorrow says to her softly
“Come, let us go.”
Love cries loudly
“Don’t go! Sorrow lies.”
Anger joins, interrupting
“You’re both liars,
Leave the girl be”
Peace of mind walks in
Two bottles in hand
One for she, and the other for herself
Now Sorrow retreats
Love quiets his pathetic groveling
Anger puffs quietly in his corner
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