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1   VII|    whose right hand his little flock did feed,~Sat making baskets,
2    IX| despite and wrong~To that dear flock my mercy hath in cure,~How
3    XI|      elected twelve the chosen flock,~Of his triumphant death
4  XIII|       prayed the Lord upon his flock to rue,~To ope the springs
5 XVIII|     make deep hell and all her flock,~Now trembled is the air,
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