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And turne ful ofte on every syde;
Now dounward groffe, and now upright,
And walowe in wo the longe night,
Thyne armis shalt thou sprede a-brede,
As man in werre were forwerreyd.
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Than shal thee come a remembraunce
Of hir shape and hir semblaunce,
Wherto non other may be pere.