| 1 | Along with innumerable servile miseries. | |
| 2 | Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run. | |
| 3 | My children have become desolate, Because the enemy has prevailed. | |
| 4 | A woeful hostess brooks not merry guests. | |
| 5 | Labor poetry, the words express the country seen their homes destroyed more than the miserable death. |
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