vidi ipse profundae noctis iter raptaqae soli compage ruentem illum heu, praesagis quo nullus amicior astris, Oecliden, frustraque manus cum voce tetendi.
I myself saw the way to nights depths and the grounds frame broken and him, alas, than whom none dearer to the prescient stars, Oecles son, plunging. In vain I stretched my hands and voice.
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