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1   III|      with heat,~ Deserts the dying, and heat draws off the
2   III|     of air. For never a man~ Dying appears to feel the soul
3   III|      of ours immortal mind,~ Dying 'twould scarce bewail a
4   III|      the ground hard by, the dying foot~ Twitches its spreading
5   III|      Who leave the sunshine, dying bit by bit,~ Still must
6   III|        poured his soul~ From dying body, as his light was ta'
7    VI| mixed with voice of wail~ Of dying folk, forced them to undergo.~
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