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1   III| chief at Dudon's burial,~Of cypress sad a pile his friends compose~
2   III|     ashes wild,~The funeral cypress, holly ever green,~The weeping
3   XII| were hung,~The hearse, with cypress; arms, with laurel crowned:~
4  XIII|     velvet, soft,~Wherein a cypress clad in summer's pride,~
5  XIII|   And now within this woful cypress laid,~My tender rind thy
6 XVIII| Higher than pine or palm or cypress tree:~And far above all
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