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1     V|     But the winter that must wither thee is still far distant."~ ~"
2     V|    me, then must I droop and wither."~ ~"And who told thee that
3     V|    pretty flower! fade away! wither before my very eyes! Die
4     X|       in order that they may wither away in the bloom of their
5    XI| whose fruits never fail, nor wither, nor rot, and there we shall
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