Cries, weeping, tears will come with knives,
Seeming to flee they will deliver a final attack,
Parks around to set up high platforms,
The living pushed back & murdered instantly.
Cris, pleurs, larmes viendront auec coteaux
Semblanyt four donront dernier assault
L'entour parques planter profons plateaux,
Vifs repoussez & murdris de prinsault.
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