Feeling:

Last night I dreamt that I drank water. That was my dream. Bottle after bottle after bottle of cold water. Boring, but refreshing!

On the last of his life, Jimi Hendrix woke up,
And made his way down the hall,
And he adjusted the knobs on the shower till the water came out just the way he liked it,
It was hot; but not too hot.
It was hot; but not too hot
On the last afternoon of his life,
Jimi Hendrix went to the kitchen and got himself a glass of water,
He put four ice cubes into the glass.
There is nothing like cold water,
There is nothing.

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