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From its face pained are peoples, All faces have gathered paleness.

As mighty ones they run, As men of war they go up a wall, And each in his own ways they do go, And they embarrass not their paths.

And each his brother they press not, Each in his way they go on, If by the missile they fall, they are not cut off.

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At the sight of them, nations are in anguish;(A)
    every face turns pale.(B)
They charge like warriors;(C)
    they scale walls like soldiers.
They all march in line,(D)
    not swerving(E) from their course.
They do not jostle each other;
    each marches straight ahead.
They plunge through defenses
    without breaking ranks.

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