A Crazy Man That Found A Cup, When All But Dead Of Thirst, Hardly Dared To Wet His Mouth Imagining, Moon-Accursed, That Another Mouthful And His Beating Heart Would Burst. October Last I Found It Too But Found It Dry As Bone, And For That Reason Am I Crazed And My Sleep Is Gone.
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