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Living soul shall you become
Nostrils with the breath of (life)
In the book of good and evil
Eyes of yours to meet (death)
From your deep sleep shall you rouse and be me in (resemblance)
Breathing hard, a convulsive motion, anxiety (agony)
Beauty vanished, horror and disgust on Earth
Heaven's war, I could have surceased before, evil's war
