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a shot of single malt or old number seven
can sometimes be the key to heaven.
but if constant drowning of sorrow you dwell
your sure to open the pits of hell
the magic elixir, the quick fixer
the pick me up, the bring me down
the overall toast-of-the-town
some call it a spirit
some call it a sin
through good and bad
I call whisky a friend
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