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1 Text,  47|     laid myself down by the water and stretched my tired limbs
2 Text,  51| spices, no vase of perfumed water. It is thy mighty sword,
3 Text,  53|    my day-dreams and poured water from my jar on thy joined
4 Text,  53|    memory that I could give water to thee to allay thy thirst
5 Text,  59|   overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore
6 Text,  59|    wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children
7 Text,  61|    of colours on clouds, on water, and why flowers are painted
8 Text,  73|   with the sad music of the water. Ah, it calls me out into