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No, no, you cannot know how this one soul
With must-rich spirits, bark, and wormwood sings.
No dulled memory, no. Enjoined to bards
About fires in all howling woods. No things
Not mine when this tilted glass I lift and taste,
Sip until the throttled notes of hard day
Slip tickling to my ear and my dry lips,
As if to kiss, shape words that I must say.
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