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 I drank at every vine.
The last was like the first.
I came upon no wine So wonderful as thirst.
I gnawed at every root.
I ate of every plant.
I came upon no fruit So wonderful as want.
Feed the grape and bean To the vintner and monger: I will lie down lean With my thirst and my hunger.

by Edna St Vincent Millay
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