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have the tree, I worship the root ;
and if I cannot end the chapitre, I
kiss the foundation Thou wert the
covering for a white foot, and
now art thou the pulled of this
blackened heart ; by thee stood
thy fellow, an inch tall and more,
who is the tyrant of this life of
mine ; and by thee groweth so
much sweetness in my soul,
whilst I gaze upon thee and
possess thee !' And thus saying, he
called his secretary, and
commanded him to send the
public crier to publish a ban that
all the women in the land should
be invited to a banquet by the
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