The Water Understands Civilization Well; It Wets My Foot, But Prettily It Chills My Life, But Wittily, It Is Not Disconcerted, It Is Not Broken-Hearted: Well Used, It Decketh Joy, Adorneth, Doubleth Joy: Ill Used, It Will Destroy, In Perfect Time And Measure With A Face Of Golden Pleasure Elegantly Destroy.
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