MANN -
man - you all on earth,
were the masks of the world,
were the heroes, the herds -:
wide Trojan Field -
always clouds of fire,
always the flames of
night to you, Deep and spreaders,
of the last guarded,
no more gods to request,
no more than mothers womb -
collect silent and have suffered
up and be big!
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