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At dawn a cry through all the tavern shrilled,

At dawn a cry through all the tavern shrilled,
«Arise my brethren of the revellers' guild,
That I may fill our measure, full of wine
Or e'er the measure of our days be filled.»

Poem by Omar Khayyam
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