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1  VIII|   Which, rising round, the carcass did enfold;~With words engraven
2  VIII| camp he well did know;~The carcass I disarmed and weeping sore,~
3    IX|   He lights, and that dead carcass rent and tore,~Like a fierce
4   XII|     Into his deep abyss my carcass draws,~There I forsook thee,
5  XVII|   to the vultures cast his carcass out."~Thus threatened he,
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