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1     I|     confess each verse, each word~ From one another differs
2    IV|    approaches us. Again, one word,~ Sent from the crier's
3    IV|    ears,~ Imprinting form of word and a clear tone.~ But whatso
4    IV|     With a mere phantom of a word. When this~ Thou well hast
5    IV|    create and furnish at our word?~ Maugre the fact that in
6    IV| doubt~ By launching some sly word, which still like fire~
7    VI|       Even with our fathers' word, a thunderbolt.~ The same