sic Pandioniae repetunt ubi fida volucres hospitia atque larem bruma pulsante relictum, stantque super nidos ueterisque exordia fati annarrant tectis: it truncum ac flebile murmur; verba putant, voxque illa tamen non dissona verbis.
So when Pandions birds  return to their trusted quarters and the home they left when winter drove them forth, they stand over the nest and tell the dwelling their tale of ancient woe; they take their broken, tearful murmur for words, and indeed that utterance sounds not unlike words.
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