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14. JUST SO.
Just let the Owl of Evil howl!
To mourners of each rank and station,
I cry, Come, troll the Golden Bowl,
And quaff with me a deep potation!
To mourners of each rank and station,
I cry, Come, troll the Golden Bowl,
And quaff with me a deep potation!
Each sparkling droplet to the soul
Will yield o'er Care a bright ovation;
Then seize and troll the Golden Bowl,
That beams—in my imagination!
Will yield o'er Care a bright ovation;
Then seize and troll the Golden Bowl,
That beams—in my imagination!
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