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Thou woful Mirre, that felest my herte blede
Of pitous wo, and myn hand eek quake
Whan that I wryte, for this mannes sake!
For unto wo accordeth complayning
And doleful cherë unto hevinesse;
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To sorowe also, syghing and weping,
And pitous mourning, unto drerinesse;
And whoso that shal wryten of distresse