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And weeping sore these woeful words he said Ah Philida, would God thy picture fair I could as lightly blot out of my breast Then should I not thus rage, with
And weeping sore these woeful words he said Ah Philida, would God thy picture fair I could as lightly blot out of my breast Then should I not thus rage, with
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