rura urbesque vacant, montes spoliavimus altos, omne fretum longa velorum obtexitur umbra; tradunt arma patres, rapit irrevocata iuventus.
Countryside and cities are empty, we have stripped the lofty mountains, the whole sea is veiled with a long shadow of sails; fathers hand over their weapons, young men snatch them, not to be recalled.
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