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1 T-III|  distant peoples, places,~in sickness now thoughts come to me,
2   T-V|     died, wasted by unending sickness,~if the hand that wounded
3   T-V|      at heart I’ve drawn the sickness into my body,~so no part
4  ExII| bring wont aid my desperate sickness.~And I dont say so because
5  IBIS|    of ills, mind of grievous sickness,~night be worse than day
6   Ind|     44 Ibis:251-310 His long sickness from the noxious wound.~
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