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Rubiyat
Awake! for the Morning in the Bowl of the Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light. I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose as where some buried Caesar bled; Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose, And Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows; But still the vine the ancient ruby yieldsAnd still the garden by the water blowsHere with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verseand Thou Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verseand Thou Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verseand Thou
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