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Ah woe to us, ah joy to them who stood against our pride!

And all our strength is minishèd and sundered from our side!

No escort have I!

Nay, thy friends are whelmed beneath the tide!

Wail, wail the miserable doom, and to the palace hie!

Alas, alas, and woe again!

Shriek, smite the breast, as I!

An evil gift, a sad exchange, of tears poured out in vain!

Shrill out your simultaneous wail!

Alas the woe and pain!