:01:00
because they died
in honor's lofty bed!
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For these, these, Tribunes,
in the dust I write
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my heart's deep languor
and my soul's sad tears!
:01:14
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
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that shall distill
from these two ancient urns
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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,
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so thou refuse to drink
my dear sons' blood.