urbem armis opibusque gravem et modo civibus artam, ceu caelo deiecta lues inimicave tellus, hausisti, vacuamque tamen sublimis obumbras.
This city, potent in arms and wealth and lately thronged with citizens, you have drained like a plague sent down from the sky or a hostile earth, and yet your shadow towers aloft over its emptiness.
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