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Intending to ward off evil with such a graceless grace, O mother Earth, she sends me forth, godless woman that she is.  But I am afraid to utter the words she charged me to speak. For what atonement is there for blood fallen to earth? Ah, hearth of utter grief! Ah, house laid low in ruin!  Sunless darkness, loathed by men, enshrouds our house due to the death of its master.
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