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Chorus
May it be mine to raise a hearty shout in triumph over the man when he is stabbed and over the woman as she perishes! Why should I try to keep hidden what nevertheless hovers before my soul? [390] Full against the prow of my heart wrath blows sharply in rancorous hate.

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