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Section 807
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2Ha? Let me see her: out alas shee's cold,
3Her blood is setled and her ioynts are stiffe:
4Life and these lips haue long bene sep erated:
5Death lies on her like an vntimely frost
6Vpon the swetest flower of all the field.