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Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling,
through
endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
Dickinson - One - Complete
Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling,
through
endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
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