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Strophe II.
Angry flames like scarlet glowingFiery torrents ever flowing,
Smoak along the with'ring plain
E'er they rush into the main.
When the sable veil of night
Stretches o'er the shaded sky.
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Burning rocks disparted fly.
Sudden, by turns the flashing flames arise,
Pour down the winds, or tremble up the skies.
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