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the dole crowner gallows me As this mere welkin hallowed be Where upon I trick and train and tire To limn my umbered in fire Before this noble mare bewrays As I clearly see it all decays In debile coil of smoke suspires As our last orison quickness as we Are drumbing near this poize of free Quell me maculate slowly dyer Case my remains with sharpened brier Atone me to my theores
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