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1    IV|    Her breasts, two hills o'erspread with purest snow,~Sweet,
2  XIII| watery streams,~The world o'erspread was with a gloomy shade,~
3  XVII|    manlike wrath her face o'erspread,~There the fell Normans,
4    XX|    her breasts with tears o'erspread --~Thy sons, their cradles,
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