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1 T-III| birth we suffer the exile he endures.~Perhaps one day Caesar,
2  T-IV|      in time the fiery horse endures the pliant bridle, ~and
3   T-V|      peace:~so the place now endures attack, and now fears it.~
4   T-V|      make him grieve!~Yet he endures bitter trouble patiently,
5  ExII|      wrath of an injured god endures.~No doubt you’ve aged too
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