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1   T-I|      iron seeded in your rigid breast,~and your nurse a tigress,
2 T-III|       you strike your faithful breast with trembling hand?~Won’
3 T-III|        the Colchian struck her breast, knowing her guilt,~with
4  T-IV|        tears would have wet my breast,~my eyes, staring at the
5  ExII|      the spices over your cold breast.~Grieving, he mingled falling
6  IBIS|       a snake of Erebus on his breast,~and clapped their bloodstained
7   Ind| columba livia, with its purple breast and red legs, while her
8   Ind|       hair, as does the purple breast of the bird. But she is