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XX
Her silence lit his soul with rage,He strode before her, forth and back,
A lion strident in his cage,
Hard bound within his iron track.
And then he paused, shook back his head,
And fronting her half savage said:
“My father, yours, each Argonaut
An Alexander, to this sea
Came forth and conquered mightily.
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