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I praye god your sorwe lisse;
To litel whyl our blisse lasteth!'
With that hir eyen up she casteth,
And saw noght; '[A]!' quod she, 'for sorwe!'
And deyed within the thridde morwe.
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But what she sayde more in that swow
I may not telle yow as now,
Hit were to longe for to dwelle;