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WIth no hawks left there on theIr perches, And no clothes there m the presses,
And left hIs trunk wIth Raquel and Vidas, That bIg box of sand, wIth the pawn-brokers, To get pay for hIs menIe,
Breakmg hIs way to ValencIa
Ignez da Castro murdered, and a wall
Here strIpped, here made to stand
Drear waste, the pIgment flakes from the stone, Or plaster flakes,           pamted the wall Sxlk tatters, "Nee Spe Nee Metu 'J
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