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For the first few years in the bottle that I guarded the wine slept, dreaming of Provence; but as the years went on he grew stronger and stronger, until at last whenever a man went by the wind would put out all his might against me, saying, 'Let me go free; let me go free!' FOR THE FIRST FEW YEARS IN THE BOTTLE THAT I GUARDED THE WINE SLEPT DREAMING OF PROVENCE BUT AS THE YEARS WENT ON HE GREW STRONGER AND STRONGER UNTIL AT LAST WHENEVER A MAN WENT BY THE WIND WOULD PUT OUT ALL HIS MIGHT AGAINST ME SAYING LET ME GO FREE LET ME GO FREE
e to build a temple wherein men curse the ocean. Once every year, with solemn rite and ceremony, they curse the tides of the Sea; and the moon looks in and hates them. BLAGDAROSS On a waste place strewn with bricks in the outskirts of a town twilight was falling. A star or two appeared over the smoke, and distant windows lit mysterious lights. The stillness deepened and the loneliness. Then all the outcast things that are silent by day found voices. An old cork spoke first. He said: "I grew in Andalusian woods, but never listened to the idle songs of Spain. I only grew strong in the sunlight waiting for my destiny. One day the merchants came and took us all away and carried us all along the shore of the sea, piled high on the backs of donkeys, and in a town by the sea they made me into the shape that I am now. One day they sent me northward to Provence, and there I fulfilled my destiny. For they set me as a guard over the bubbling wine, and I faithfully stood sentinel for twenty years.  BLOG DE ROS CHAPTER TWO OF A DREAMER'S TALES BY LORD DUNSANI THIS LIEBER BOX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN ON A WASTE PLACE STREWN WITH BRICKS IN THE OUTSKIRTS OF A TOWN TWILIGHT WAS FALLING A STAR OR TWO APPEARED OVER THE SMOKE AND DISTANT WINDOWS LIT MYSTERIOUS LIGHTS THE STILLNESS DEEPENED AND THE LONELINESS THEN ALL THE OUTCAST THINGS THAT ARE SILENT BY DAY FOUND VOICES AN OLD CORK SPOKE FIRST HE SAID I GREW AN END A LUSIAN WOODS BUT NEVER LISTENED TO THE IDLE SONGS OF SPAIN I ONLY GREW STRONG IN THE SUNLIGHT WAITING FOR MY DESTINY ONE DAY THE MERCHANTS CAME AND TOOK US ALL AWAY AND CARRIED US ALL ALONG THE SHORE OF THE SEA PILED HIGH IN THE BACKS OF DONKEYS AND IN A TOWN BY THE SEA THEY MADE ME TO THE SHAPE THAT I AM NOW ONE DAY THEY SENT ME NORTHWARD TO PROVENCE AND THERE I FULFILLED MY DESTINY FOR THEY SET ME AS A GUARD OVER THE BUBBLING WINE AND I FAITHFULLY STOOD SENTINEL FOR TWENTY YEARS
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