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'A, Lord!' thoughte I, 'that madest us,
Yet saw I never swich noblesse
Of images, ne swich richesse,
As I saw graven in this chirche;
But [not woot I who dide hem wirche],
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Ne wher I am, [ne in] what contree.
But now wol I go out and see,
Right at the wiket, if I can