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[XIII. Weeary and windles running]
Weeary and windles runningWeeary and windles running, wounded euē as a Deare, in forest chased. Such are my senses changing, restles as in a wood, I stand amazed. But when I thinke of thee what I haue spoken, By gift of hand and hart there faith is broken.
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