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Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of power divine, Supremest wisdom, and primeval love. Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I shall endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
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The sad souls of those who lived without blame and without praise.
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These have not the hope to die.
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Avarice, envy, pride,
Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of all
On Fire.
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If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.
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