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The chariots dash madly about through the streets,
rushing to and fro in the plazas,
their appearance is like torches,
    darting like flashes of lightning.
He will recall his majestic ones.
They will stumble in their march.
They will hasten to her wall.
Now the siege work is set up.
The river gates will be opened,
and the palace will melt away.

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