Allas! thus is my lyf brought to an ende,

My deeth, I see, is my conclusioun;

I may wel singe, 'in sory tyme I spende

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My lyf;' that song may have confusioun!

For mercy, pitee, and deep affeccioun,

I sey for me, for al my deedly chere,

Alle thise diden, in that, me love yow dere.

And in this wyse and in dispayre I live

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