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Do not fear! For our group has come in swift rivalry of wings to this crag  as friend to you, having won our father's consent as best we might. The swift-coursing breezes bore me on; for the reverberation of the clang of iron pierced the depths of our caves and drove my grave modesty away in fright;  unsandalled I have hastened in a winged car.
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