While sitting at the Sherry Bar
With people there from near and far
Just a quick drink to say farewell to the day
Whose cloudless vista will soon fade away
Belgium and German filled the night air
While I just sat without having a care
Dutch or Italian I just could not say
With no real English coming my way
For this is mixed language
That has come from a far
In idle chatter beneath the stars
In a place that’s called the Sherry Bar.
PTT
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