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 1     I|     many a turn,~ Nor will not leave thee wandering in doubt,~
 2     I|     paths,~ Because the fishes leave behind them room~ To which
 3     I| against them, and are loath to leave~ An unmixed void in things,
 4    II|       then~ The fears of death leave heart so free of care.~
 5    II|       because these motes that leave each thing~ Diminish what
 6    II|       jamming, bound aback and leave~ Huge gaps between, and
 7   III|       the frames of those~ Who leave the sunshine, dying bit
 8   III|      parts are re-disposed and leave their order;~ Wherefore
 9     V|       its liquid body. It doth leave~ All there - those under-realms
10     V|       whirlwinds wild, -~ Doth leave all there to brawl in wayward
11     V|       summer tree-crickets~ Do leave their shiny husks of own
12     V|      generations of mortality~ Leave the sweet light of fading
13    VI|       understandest, thou wilt leave~ Wondering at many things.