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I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person. My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe. (33)
Immense have been the preparations for me. Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd me. (44)
But my charity has no death - my wisdom dies not, neither early or late,
And my sweet love bequeath'd here and elsewhere never dies.
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