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“Water!” he said. He was too dazed to see
What hell-wrung face looked down, what shaking hand
Poured out the draught. He drank it thirstily
And held the glass for more. “Your land ... your land
Of dreams,” he said. “All lies!... I understand
More than I did. Yes, water. I’ve the thirst
Of hell itself. Your magic’s all accursed.”