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1 T-III|      load she bears.~You too cling to my heart, my friends, ~
2 T-III|     feet.~Say: ‘Do you still cling to our shared studies,~write
3  ExIV| Shafts with painted feathers cling to your helm,~and scarcely
4  IBIS|   troubling her,~and while I cling to the shattered fragments
5  IBIS|     an arrow pierce you, and cling to your entrails.~Or be
6  IBIS|      may that kind of weapon cling to your bones, with which~
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