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Marko it grieved. He spake to the steed: | |
“A hundred and sixty years, |
Said Marko to the vila: | |
“May thy throat ache for this! |
Said the vila: | |
“Marko, my brother sworn, none shall take Dapple so. |
He wept apace and spake apace: | |
“Ah, lying world, fair flower— |
And he writes a letter: | |
“Whoever over Ùrvina shall fare |