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The divine comedy - Dante Alighieri ยท 63 words
He answerd. Oh, ye spirits. arrivd in time To spy the shameful havoc, that from me My leaves hath severd thus, gather them up, And at the foot of their sad parent tree Carefully lay them. In that city I dwelt, Who for the Baptist her first patron changd, Whence he for this shall cease not with his art To work her woe.
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