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They have the appearance of horses;
    like cavalry they charge.
They leap over the mountaintops
    with a deafening din like that of chariots,
like the crackling of a blazing fire
    devouring stubble,
like a mighty army
    drawn up for battle.
At the sight of them
    people shrink back in anguish,
    their faces without color.

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