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At their presence the peoples are in anguish.
    All faces have grown pale.
They run like mighty men.
    They climb the wall like warriors.
    They each march in his line, and they don’t swerve off course.
Neither does one jostle another;
    they march everyone in his path,
    and they burst through the defenses,
    and don’t break ranks.

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