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1   III| the residue young Rinaldo flings~As swift as fiery lightning
2     V| neck his silver shield he flings,~Down by his side a cutting
3  VIII|  one his sacred blessings flings~Upon my corse, with broad
4    IX|  at large,~With leaps and flings that burden did discharge.~ ~
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