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Among the bushes they cry out. They gather together under the thistles. They are fools and they have no name. They have been driven out of the land.

“Now they make fun of me in song. They laugh at me.

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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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