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    "text": "How heavy do I journey on the way,",
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    "text": "When what I seek, my weary travel’s end,",
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   {
    "text": "Doth teach that case and that repose to say",
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   {
    "text": "“Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!”",
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   {
    "text": "The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,",
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    "text": "Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,",
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    "text": "As if by some instinct the wretch did know",
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    "text": "His rider loved not speed, being made from thee:",
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    "text": "The bloody spur cannot provoke him on",
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    "text": "That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide;",
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    "text": "Which heavily he answers with a groan,",
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    "text": "More sharp to me than spurring to his side;",
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   {
    "text": "For that same groan doth put this in my mind;",
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    "text": "My grief lies onward and my joy behind.",
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