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1   T-I| frozen Boreas raves from dry polar stars,~now Notus wars
2   T-I|  many tiny specks as the dry dust holds:~suffered many
3 T-III|  tired of speech,~and my dry tongue, deny power to dictate
4 T-III| the Danube’s levelled by dry winds,~the barbarian host
5   T-V| order that her cheeks be dry.~To ease a deadly pain with
6   ExI|  your face when mine was dry, rigid with pain:~I call