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 Ah, me Ismene
Ah, me Antigone
Sorrows hard to behold— Ismene
He showed me when he returned from exile. Antigone
But he made no return after he had killed. Ismene
He was saved, but lost his life. Antigone
 He lost it, all too truly. Ismene
And took this one's life away. Antigone
Wretched family! Ismene
Wretched suffering! Antigone
Kindred sorrows full of groans! Ismene
 Sorrows steeped in tripled griefs. Chorus
O Fate, giver of grievous troubles, and awful shade of Oedipus, black Erinys, you are indeed a mighty force.
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