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1   T-I|     that you’d no regard, or solace for my downfall,~not even
2  T-IV|      exile, and I looked for solace, not fame,~lest my mind
3  T-IV|   you, my Muse: you grant me solace,~you come as a rest from,
4   T-V| Where can I turn? Where seek solace for my weariness?~Not a
5  ExII|      be anyone’s friend.~The solace you’ve lately granted my
6   ExI| rigid with pain:~I call your solace of a grieving mind great
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