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 1     I|   frequent touch~ Of wayfarers innumerable who greet.~ We see how wearing-down
 2     I|       indeed they are)~ By the innumerable blows of chance.~ ~ So in
 3    II| infinite and free,~ And seeds, innumerable in number, in sum~ Bottomless,
 4   III|       mortal limbs~ In numbers innumerable, contending madly~ Which
 5    IV|      skies,~ Which, moulded to innumerable shapes,~ Are borne aloft,
 6    IV|      things~ Stream and depart innumerable bodies~ In modes innumerable
 7    IV|   innumerable bodies~ In modes innumerable too; but most~ Must be the
 8    IV|      through the mouth exhaled innumerable,~ When weary creatures pant,
 9    IV|      the sweat~ Squeezed forth innumerable from deep within.~ Thus
10     V|   earthen parts,~ Athrough the innumerable pores of earth,~ And raised
11     V| generations, there upsprung -~ Innumerable in modes innumerable -~
12     V|           Innumerable in modes innumerable -~ After diverging fashions.
13    VI|    cavernous clouds hold seeds innumerable~ Of fiery exhalations, and
14    VI|      falters in delay~ Despite innumerable collisions, but~ Flies shooting
15    VI|      That this their number is innumerable~ And infinite the sum of
16    VI|      an ague-fit,~ Through the innumerable pores of earth,~ To set
17    VI|    this, since, lo,~ Of things innumerable be seeds enough,~ And this
18    VI|      off the lode-stone seeds~ Innumerable, a very tide, which smites~