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To wash and rinse1 our souls of their age-old sorrows, We drained a hundred jugs2 of wine. A splendid night it was . . . . In the clear moonlight we were loath3 to go to bed, But at last drunkenness overtook us; And we laid ourselves down on the empty mountain, The earth for pillow, and the great heaven for coverlet.
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