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On the day of (A)our king, the princes
    became sick with the heat of wine;
    he stretched out his hand with mockers.
For with hearts like an oven (B)they approach their intrigue;
    all night their anger smoulders;
    in the morning it blazes like a flaming fire.
All of them are hot as an oven,
    and they devour their rulers.
All (C)their kings (D)have fallen,
    and none of them calls upon me.

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