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With iron hoof, as stalwart proof, all changelings shall you bruise; and break them all in pieces small, as shards the potters use.
The Princess, in fear, your service bears. With dread, to her rejoice. Let rages be: do not resist, he who serves with joyful voice. The Sun kisses you: lest wrathful she be, lose no rest. For when her ire is set on fire, who trusts in her be blest.
The Princess, in fear, your service bears. With dread, to her rejoice. Let rages be: do not resist, he who serves with joyful voice. The Sun kisses you: lest wrathful she be, lose no rest. For when her ire is set on fire, who trusts in her be blest.
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