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 Come now, up from your seat, wherever you are settled in this long-lived pause from battle  and are making the flame of disaster blaze up to the sky! The violent insolence of your enemies rushes fearlessly about in the breezy glens, while the tongues of all the army cackle out a load of grief.  For me, sorrow stands firmly planted.
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