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And I bilefte aloon in wo;
I durst no lenger with him speke,
For Daunger seide he wolde be wreke,
Whan that he sawe how I wente
The fresshe botoun for to hente,
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If I were hardy to come neer
Bitwene the hay and the roser.
This Freend, whan he wiste of my thought,