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1   XIX|   fort defended from their fone,~And on this empty conquest
2    XX|   Christ whips his heathen fone,~Of victory behold the latest
3    XX|  run headlong gainst their fone,~To seek sharp death that
4    XX| and fled from friends' and fone,~On a swift horse she mounts,
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