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As the day for the dew, as the earth
For the rain-cloud above her.
As parched lands in the season of dearth
For the summer's green cover,
So I yearn for thy wine,—O prepare
Me the cup and bring hither,
That my earth may be watered and fair
And my green leaves not wither.
For the rain-cloud above her.
As parched lands in the season of dearth
For the summer's green cover,
So I yearn for thy wine,—O prepare
Me the cup and bring hither,
That my earth may be watered and fair
And my green leaves not wither.
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