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In blacke morne I, all feares feorne I,
Loue hath forborne me, liming in thuall:
Hart is bleeding, all helpe needing,
O cruell freedling, fraughted with gall.
My shepherds pipe can found no dcale,
My weathers bell rings dolefull knell,
My curcule dogge that wont to haue plaid,
I laws not at all but fetmes afraid,
With fighes so depe, procures to weepe,
In howling wife, to lee my dolefull plight,
How fighes refound through harties ground
Like a thousand vanquiths men in blodte fight.
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