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because they died
in honor's lofty bed!

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For these, these, Tribunes,
in the dust I write

:01:10
my heart's deep languor
and my soul's sad tears!

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Let my tears staunch
the earth's dry appetite!

:01:18
My sons' sweet blood
will make it shame and blush!

:01:21
Aaaah!
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O earth,
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I shall befriend thee
more with rain

:02:31
that shall distill
from these two ancient urns

:02:35
than youthful April shall
with all his showers.

:02:40
I n summer's drought
I'll drop upon thee still.

:02:45
I n winter, with warm tears
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I'll melt the snow and keep
eternal springtime on thy face,

:02:53
so thou refuse to drink
my dear sons' blood.


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