| The thirsty earth soaks up the rain
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| And drinks, and gapes for drink again
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| The plants suck in the earth, and are
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| With constant drinking fresh and fair
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| The sea itself, which one would think
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| Should have but little need of drink
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| Drinks ten thousand rivers up
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| So filled that they o’erflow the cup
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| The busy sun and one would guess
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| By’s drunken, fiery face no less
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| Drinks up the sea, and when he’s done
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| The moon and stars drink up the sun
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| They drink and dance by their own light
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| They drink and revel all the night
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| Nothing in nature’s sober found
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| But an eternal health goes round
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| Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high
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| Fill all the glasses there, for why
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| Should every creature drink but I?
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| Why, man of morals, tell me why? |