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Good Mistress Ant, I pray, what is the matter?

Why this commotion without any clatter?

"Alack! alack! we're ruined, you see;

I've lost my children, and they've lost me!

Our houses have fallen, our city is gone,

And thousands are murdered or running forlorn.

Ah me! who would think that such power to destroy

Could lurk in the heel of a bare-footed boy?"

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