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For a big-bellied glass is the palette I use, And the choicest of wine is my colour; And I find that my nose takes the mellowest hues The fuller I fill it—the fuller! IV. She was finally dead, going to Hell. That was an admission all right. For aught I know, they may be in the neighbourhood at this moment.
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