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Even the dragons present their breasts to nurse their young; but the daughter of my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.

The tongue of the infant child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst. The young children ask for bread, but no one breaks it for them.

Those who fed on delicacies perish in the streets. Those who were brought up in scarlet embrace the dung.

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