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72
Quia defecerunt sicut fumus die[s] mei, [et ossa mea sicut cremium aruerunt].
For my lijf-dayes are liyk smoke
That faylide and a-weyward hyȝede;
My boones [ben] dryede and forsoke,
Ryȝt as a þing þat is forfryede:
Of Crist may wele þese wordis be spoke,
That on the crois was doon and driede;
Whanne his blysful brest was broke,
For drouthe and þriste lowde he cryede.
That faylide and a-weyward hyȝede;
My boones [ben] dryede and forsoke,
Ryȝt as a þing þat is forfryede:
Of Crist may wele þese wordis be spoke,
That on the crois was doon and driede;
Whanne his blysful brest was broke,
For drouthe and þriste lowde he cryede.
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