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1   T-I|  steered her midnight horses.~Gazing at her, and, by her light,
2  T-II|      me.~Great hope fills me, gazing at you, most merciful prince,~
3 T-III|       was first founded here.~Gazing around, I saw prominent
4 T-III|       she thought what to do, gazing around her,~her eyes fell,
5  T-IV|    stops the mind from always gazing at its woes,~and makes it
6   T-V| Semele,~and had sympathy, and gazing at the bards round your
7  ExIV|     like that.~I’d delight in gazing at the order of procession,~