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So, entering in, I crossed the mighty hall;
The volleying smoke from firewood blew about.
The wind-gusts stirred the hangings on the wall
So that the woven chivalry stood out
Wave-like and charging, putting all to rout—
The evil things they fought with, men like beasts,
Wolf soldiers, tiger kings, hyena priests.


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