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My love is falle upon a may:
For love of hire I defende this day.
Love aunterus no man forsaket:
It woundet sore whan it him taket.
Love anterus may haven no reste:
Whare thought is newe, ther love is faste.
Love anterus with wo is bought:
Ther love is trewe, it flitteth nought.
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