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1     I|  Then to Tortosa's confines swiftly sped~The sacred messenger,
2   III|   feet in wings were dight,~Swiftly they marched, yet were not
3   III|   troops were nigh forlore,~Swiftly they fled, glad they escaped
4    XV| hair,~Her gondola so passed swiftly by~Twixt ship and ship,
5    XV|    speed,~All Tingitan they swiftly overren,~Where elephants
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