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1     I|     their faces grim,~Strong castles on the Alpine clifts they
2    II|   rest.~ ~ LVII~Their canvas castles up they quickly rear,~And
3    VI|    are burnt, your forts and castles fall,~Yet none of us dares
4    VI|    hold by warlike feat~Some castles poor and forts in vile oppression,~
5  XIII| flames seemed bulwarks tall,~Castles and turrets full of fiery
6   XIV|     in joy possess~The ivory castles of your bodies fair,~Your
7   XVI|   the clouds frame shapes of castles great~Amid the air, that