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In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts.

Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together.

Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land.

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They were forced to live in the dry stream beds,
    among the rocks and in holes in the ground.(A)
They brayed(B) among the bushes(C)
    and huddled in the undergrowth.
A base and nameless brood,(D)
    they were driven out of the land.(E)

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