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Sleep! for the Sun that scores another Day / Against the Tale allotted You to stay, / Reminding You, is Risen, and now / Serves Notice -- ah, ignore it while You stay!
The chill Wind blew, and those who stood before / The Tavern murmured, 'Having drunk his Score, / Why tarries He with empty Cup? Behold, / The Wine of Youth once poured, is poured no more