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As I was war, I saw wher lay a man
In blakke and whyte colour, pale and wan,
And wonder deedly also of his hewe,
Of hurtes grene and fresshe woundes newe.
And overmore distrayned with sekenesse,
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Besyde al this, he was, ful grevously;
For upon him he had an hoot accesse,
That day by day him shook ful pitously;