You sit smiling on your swivel chair

Your cigar rings go round in the air

Your other hand the whisky cup

And the ash keep pilling up

How come you wear the familiar look

I see on the palm wine tapers face

When smile became a burden to take

And despair made to wear a dress

Your difference speaks out loud and clear

The diverse background stands to bear

Yet one the unity of the soul

To fate are you bound one and all

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