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Her princes were brighter than snow,
    whiter than milk,
Their bodies more ruddy than coral,
    their beauty like the sapphire.

Now their appearance is blacker than soot,
    they go unrecognized in the streets;
Their skin has shrunk on their bones,
    and become dry as wood.(A)

Better for those pierced by the sword
    than for those pierced by hunger,
Better for those who bleed from wounds
    than for those who lack food.

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