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They howl in the bushes
    and huddle together under thornbushes.
They are a bunch of worthless people without names,
    who were forced to leave their country.

“Now their sons sing songs to make fun of me.
    My name has become a bad word to them.

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They brayed(A) among the bushes(B)
    and huddled in the undergrowth.
A base and nameless brood,(C)
    they were driven out of the land.(D)

“And now those young men mock me(E) in song;(F)
    I have become a byword(G) among them.

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