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I quake, whan I me remembre
Of the botoun, which [that] I wolde
Fulle ofte a day seen and biholde.
And whan I thenke upon the kisse,
And how muche Ioye and blisse
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I hadde thurgh the savour swete,
For wante of it I grone and grete.
Me thenkith I fele yit in my nose