With Blameless Carriage, I Lived Here To The Almost Seven And Fortieth Year. Stout Sons I Had, And Those Twice Three One Only Daughter Lent To Me: The Which Was Made A Happy Bride But Thrice Three Moons Before She Died. My Modest Wedlock, That Was Known Contented With The Bed Of One.
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