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Just then a scout1 came flying, All wild with haste and fear: ``To arms! to arms! Sir Consul2: Lars Porsena is here.'' On the low hills to westward3 The Consol fixed4 his eye, And saw the swarthy storm of dust Rise fast along the sky. 点击收听单词发音
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