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Wan straggler at this witches’ sabbath But whirled by breath from some dark star, You—like the strongest—braved the bloodbath And shattered into flame, earth, air. My translation to the second Canto: Latecomer you seemed too tired to dance wildly But whirled by breath from the secret world, You—like the strongest—stepped in front of the ramp And shattered into flame, earth, air.
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