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1     I|      Well might you read his sickness in his eyes,~Their banks
2    IV|  lore, I crave~Help for this sickness none but thou canst cure,~
3  XIII|   Hath overcome at last some sickness strong,~Whose feeble limbs
4   XIX| bosom soft became~A wound, a sickness, and a quenchless flame.~ ~
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