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 O my son, your mother's grief, I mourn for you in my native strains of woe! What a journey you made to Troy, a very path of ill-fortune and sorrow!  starting, in spite of all my warnings and your father's earnest prayers, in defiance of us. Woe to me for you, my dear, dear son! Ah, woe!
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