Charles Baudelaire. (№ 409481)

You're a bitter drunk under the roof of a tavern,
Whose thirst only grows from every sip
And multiplies his heads, like the hydra of Lerna.
- But happy drunkard, he will be struck by wine.
To thee, Hatred, O sorrow, is not given
Forget under the table in the corner of a remote tavern.

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