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O, Father Nanna, the city was made into ruins... Its walls were breached; the people groan; In its lofty gates, where they used to promenade, dead bodies lie about... In its boulevards, where the feasts were clebrated, they lay scattered... Ur - its weak and its strong perished from hunger; Mothers and fathers who did not leave their homes were overcome by fire... O Nanna, Ur has been destroyed, Its people have been dispersed. - A Sumerian Lament |