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1    IX|      flocked still,~That now grown strong enough, he 'proached
2  XIII|   that of this war was weary grown:~"Why die we here," quoth
3   XIV|   was every part~With riches grown by kind, not framed by art:~ ~
4    XV| temperate sun, grass proudly grown."~"But," quoth Ubaldo, "
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