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1    IX| painfulness forsook her hold,~And deeply mourned that of so sweet
2     X|          fire to naught.~ ~ XXVII~Deeply he sighed, and with naked
3    XI|      spite of helm or targe,~They deeply wound, or else of life deprive.~
4   XII|          knight awake,~At last he deeply groaned, which token was~
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