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Echoes a loud reply the ready shore, with buzzing fireworks forming giddy gyre; whirl burning wheels that far in Aether soar; sulphurous dust deep-hid explodes in fire: Heav’en-high resounds the multitudinous roar; the soft blue waters don Flame’s red attire; nor blazeth land the less: ’Tis thus friends greet their friends as foemen who in battle meet.