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Putruerunt & corrupte sunt cicatrices mee, a facie insipiencie mee.
Now be my woundes roten and rank
Before the face of my foly,
And, sithen I [fir]st in synne sank,
Can I noght bot mercy cry.
Now, Crist þat reysed hym þat stank,
The brothir of Marthe and [of] Mary,
So bryng me fro this brery bank
To heuen blys aboue the sky.
Before the face of my foly,
And, sithen I [fir]st in synne sank,
Can I noght bot mercy cry.
Now, Crist þat reysed hym þat stank,
The brothir of Marthe and [of] Mary,
So bryng me fro this brery bank
To heuen blys aboue the sky.
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