The tree which had long been withered dead,
In one night it will come to grow green again:
The Cronian King sick, Prince with club foot,
Feared by his enemies he will make his sail bound.
L'arbre qu'estoit par si long temps seché,
Dans vne nuict viendra à reuerdir:
Cron Roy malade, prince pied estaché,
Craint d'ennemis fera voile bondir.
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