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One does not crowd another.
Each one marches on his own highway.
They plunge through the weapons,
    never breaking off.
They rush on the city,
they run on the wall,
they climb up into the houses,
    coming through the windows like a thief.
10 Before them land quakes,
heaven trembles,
sun and moon become dark,
stars withdraw their brightness.[a]

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