To make a gin-and-tonic, the tonic mustn't be lukewarm...
Two ice-cubes...
Then you'll taste your soul...
The soul that lurks in a perfect gin-and-tonic...
The soul of high peaks...
Breathe in their clear air...
Live life to the fullest, it's over so fast... I'm headed for the highest peaks.
I've a tree rooted in my heart and its sap tastes of... gin-and-tonic...
A gin...
A gin...
- Here...
- Yeah...
- Don't talk.
- l'm not talking... I'm dreaming...
- Dad?
Dad?
- ls he dead?
- Yes.
- Close his eyes fast.
Or they'll jam.
- They won't close.
- What?
- l can't do it.
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