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2 men looking at a fenced city with red walls, And the good Master said: "Even now, my son, The city draweth near whose name is Dis, With the grave citizens, with the great throng." And I: "Its mosques already, Master, clearly70 Within there in the valley I discern Vermilion, as if issuing from the fire They were." And he to me: "The fire eternal That kindles them within makes them look red, As thou beholdest in this nether Hell."