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1   VII|      his might,~And twice his thirsty sword he did imbrue,~In
2  XIII|       refresh, sad earth, thy thirsty sprite,~The niggard moon
3  XIII|      which heaven shed on the thirsty lands,~The falling liquor
4   XIV| spring,~Whose waters pure the thirsty guests entice,~But in those
5   XIV|   wicked streams refrain~Your thirsty lips, despise the dainty
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