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The victory that day became an occasion for mourning for all the people, because that day the people heard that the king was mourning for his son. That day the people were sneaking into the city quietly, the way people who are ashamed of fleeing from the battle would sneak in quietly. The king covered his face and cried with a loud voice, “My son Absalom, Absalom, my son, my son.”

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