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1    IV|    Thus restless waited I, unhappy maid,~What hand should first
2   VII|     This was her diet that unhappy night:~But sleep, that sweet
3   VII|   though my life hath most unhappy been,~At least yet shall
4    IX|   Upon his neck light that unhappy blow,~And cut the sinews
5   XII|     Oh woful knowledge, ah unhappy sight!~ ~ LXVIII~He died
6   XII| remain,~A woful monster of unhappy love,~Who still must live,
7   XIX|  mistress fries.~ ~ XCVII~"Unhappy silence, well I might have
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