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And thy mother, of luf the blind goddes!
Ye causit me alwayis understand and trow
The seid of luf was sawin in my face,
And ay grew grene throw your supply and grace.
But now, allas! that seid with froist is slane,
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And I fra luifferis left, and all forlane!'
Quhen this was said, doun in ane extasy,
Ravishit in spreit, intill ane dream sho fell;