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    The document is a poem written in Latin that describes the unpredictability of fate and fortune. It discusses how fate can change from blessing to curse in an instant, similar to the changing phases of the moon. It calls fate a terrible and empty force that spins unpredictably, leaving one's condition unstable and safety fleeting. The poem portrays fate as something that opposes virtue and well-being and keeps one constantly struggling. It calls out to strike one's heart in this hour without delay to mourn with all those laid low by the unpredictability of fate.

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    The document is a poem written in Latin that describes the unpredictability of fate and fortune. It discusses how fate can change from blessing to curse in an instant, similar to the changing phases of the moon. It calls fate a terrible and empty force that spins unpredictably, leaving one's condition unstable and safety fleeting. The poem portrays fate as something that opposes virtue and well-being and keeps one constantly struggling. It calls out to strike one's heart in this hour without delay to mourn with all those laid low by the unpredictability of fate.

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    Çağrı Bey

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    The document is a poem written in Latin that describes the unpredictability of fate and fortune. It discusses how fate can change from blessing to curse in an instant, similar to the changing phases of the moon. It calls fate a terrible and empty force that spins unpredictably, leaving one's condition unstable and safety fleeting. The poem portrays fate as something that opposes virtue and well-being and keeps one constantly struggling. It calls out to strike one's heart in this hour without delay to mourn with all those laid low by the unpredictability of fate.

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    O Fortuna

    Velut luna
    Statu variabilis
    Semper crescis
    Aut decrescis
    Vita detestabilis
    Nunc obdurat
    Et tunc curat
    Ludo mentis aciem,
    Egestatem,
    Potestatem
    Dissolvit ut glaciem.
    Sors immanis
    Et inanis,
    Rota tu volubilis
    Status malus
    Vana salus
    Semper dissolubilis
    Obumbrata
    Et velata
    Michi quoque niteris
    Nunc per ludum
    Dorsum nudum
    Fero tui sceleris.
    Sors salutis
    Et virtutis
    Michi nunc contraria,
    Est affectus
    Et defectus
    Semper in angaria.
    Hac in hora
    Sine mora
    Corde pulsum tangite
    Quod per sortem
    Sternit fortem
    Mecum omnes plangite
    Do you hear the people sing?
    Singing a song of angry men?
    It is the music of a people
    Who will not be slaves again!
    When the beating of your heart
    Echoes the beating of the drums
    There is a life about to start
    When tomorrow comes!
    COMBEFERRE
    Will you join in our crusade?
    Who will be strong and stand with me?
    Beyond the barricade
    Is there a world you long to see?
    Courfeyrac:
    Then join in the fight
    That will give you the right to be free!
    ALL
    Do you hear the people sing?
    Singing a song of angry men?
    It is the music of a people
    Who will not be slaves again!
    When the beating of your heart
    Echoes the beating of the drums
    There is a life about to start
    When tomorrow comes!
    FEUILLY
    Will you give all you can give
    So that our banner may advance
    Some will fall and some will live
    Will you stand up and take your chance?
    The blood of the martyrs
    Will water the meadows of France!
    ALL
    Do you hear the people sing?
    Singing a song of angry men?
    It is the music of a people
    Who will not be slaves again!
    When the beating of your heart
    Echoes the beating of the drums
    There is a life about to start
    When tomorrow comes!

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