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I mourn your unfortunate fate, Prometheus.  Shedding from my eyes a coursing flood of tears I wet my tender cheeks with their moist streams. For Zeus, holding this unenviable power by self-appointed laws,  displays towards the gods of old an overweening spirit.
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