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1    1, Prol|   men and women to tears.~I burst my breast, striving to give
2    1, Prol|    discourse.~Arise, O son! burst thy bonds and be free!~How
3    1, Prol|  too, like the flute, would burst out in melody.~But he who
4    1, 15  |     But when the morn shall burst forth and the sun arise~
5    3, 2   | thee,~And their ripe fruits burst open of themselves.~Press
6    3, 17  |     bottle of my belly were burst with water, ~And though
7    5, 1   |     Prophet's occupation he burst into tears, and bewailed