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Bacchus must now his power resign--
I am the only God of Wine!
It is not fit the wretch should be
In competition set with me,
Who can drink ten times more than he.

Make a new world, ye powers divine!
Stock'd with nothing else but Wine:
Let Wine its only product be,
let Wine be earth, and air, and sea--
And let that Wine be all for me!
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