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That is to say, to make balades and songes,
Every of hem, as they fele their grevaunce.
For she that was my joy and my plesaunce,
Whos soule I pray god of his mercy save,
She hath my wil, myn hertes ordinaunce,
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Which lyeth here, within this tombe y-grave.
Fro this tyme forth, tyme is to hold my pees;
It werieth me this mater for to trete;