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1    VI|  proud Argantes stayed,~When unawares his eyes he chanced to lift,~
2    IX| strike him as he fought,~Did unawares his snow-white courser slay,~
3    IX|    thereof contained,~Whence unawares burst forth a storm of swords,~
4     X|    voice grave and severe~At unawares thus thundered in his ear:~ ~
5   XII|     soul thou madest flit~At unawares out of her earthly nest,~
6 XVIII|      it seems and thin,~Lest unawares some sudden host arrive,~
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