Anger and wrath1 my bosom2 rends3:
I thought them the errors of friends.
But all my limbs with warmth glow:
I find them the errors of the foe4.
Anger and wrath1 my bosom2 rends3:
I thought them the errors of friends.
But all my limbs with warmth glow:
I find them the errors of the foe4.
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