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"Well," Murmur'd one, "Let whoso make or buy,
My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry:
But fill me with the old familiar juice,
Methinks I might recover by and by."

— Omar Khayyám FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)

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