The perpetual hostess,
Azeneth, it seems
the party’s always on at
your place:
you let us in,
you serve us,
we listen to music,
we dance,
we drink,
and most of us never even think
of the lady behind the bar.
You’re there in the best and worst of times.
You’re there as new love
sparks and blossoms;
you see it when it fades away.
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