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1   VII| did know,~And far awry the poignant weapon bore,~He burst his
2    XI| Argantes stout~Headed with poignant steel a lance he shook,~
3   XII|  bold~The monster did with poignant spear through wound,~The
4    XX| dead, she seems,~An arrow, poignant, strong and sharp she took,~
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