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76
Vigilaui, et factus sum sicut passer solitarius in tecto.
I wook, and was maad lijk a sparowe
That in þe roof restiþ solitarye;
Vpon þe tre my neest was narowe,
There-on myȝte I no briddis carye.
As erþe is hurlyd vndir harowe,
So was þe fleisch þat sprang of Marye;
In þis world [is] noon so scharp arowe
As was þe turment that [me gan tarie].
That in þe roof restiþ solitarye;
Vpon þe tre my neest was narowe,
There-on myȝte I no briddis carye.
As erþe is hurlyd vndir harowe,
So was þe fleisch þat sprang of Marye;
In þis world [is] noon so scharp arowe
As was þe turment that [me gan tarie].
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