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All that remain of these woes
Cut the head and keep for the gods
Remove the eyes for vultures
For the earth, spread the hairs.
Grind the teeth into powder
Mix with water,
And pour into the angry sea.
Severe the hands and feet
Into fire-like brands,
Till the aches dust become.
Pierce the belly into doors
That the worms may pass.
To withersoever man is found,
Long the rest on a tree.
That all men may see,
That life is vanity.
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