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One eye was gone and the other dim,
But a notable thirst had he.
" Drink no more wine," said the leech to him,
" Or blind you will surely be!"

He smiled and said to his sight, " Good-bye,"
And he drank both deep and long —
What next? He poisoned his only eye,
But his thirst is well and strong.
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