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Otuwel þoute on errore deede,Þo he hadde slawe his stede,
Hou roulond houede stille as ston,
Til he was risen & gon;
& he stod al stille,
& leet roulond risen at wille,
& seide, “roulond, so mote ich þe,
Þat strok ich mente to þe,
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Let nou stonde dunt for dunt.”
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