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1  XIII|  dread pierced through their entrails dear;~Yet on they stalked
2  XIII|      cool the burning in his entrails hot:~But breathing, which
3   XIV| guided are by me,~Her sacred entrails could no wight invade;~My
4  XVII|      s empoisoned fire their entrails brent,~Arose, and where
5 XVIII|   never frame,~When from her entrails hot her fires begin,~Nor
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