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On the right goes Romulus, With arms to the elbows red, And in his hand a broadsword, And on the blade a head A head in an iron helmet, With horse-hair hanging down, A shaggy head, a swarthy head, Fixed1 in a ghastly frown The head of King Amulius Of the great Sylvian line, Who reigned2 in Alba Longa, On the throne of Aventine.
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