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1   VII| woful story in your tender rind,~Another day under your
2  XIII|    he graven in the tender rind,~And while he mused on this
3  XIII|    cypress laid,~My tender rind thy weapon sharp doth rive,~
4  XIII|   streams from the wounded rind;~No, no, not I, nor any
5 XVIII|    stilled from the tender rind;~Again he heard that wondrous
6 XVIII|    flesh, through skin and rind~They flew, and flying, left
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