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Strange that clouds so dull and grey
Rose from out a sea of pleasure!
Full the morrow pays the measure
Of the joys of yesterday.

Purest nectar was the liquor;
Now 'tis wormwood. Oh, this head!
Heart and stomach weigh like lead.
Sickest cat could not be sicker!
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