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Then to sleeping-stead wendeth he, singeth he sorrow,
2460 The one for the other; o'er-roomy all seem'd him
The meads and the wick-stead. So the helm of the Weders
For Herebeald's sake the sorrow of heart
All welling yet bore, and in nowise might he
On the banesman of that life the feud be a-booting;
Nor ever the sooner that warri
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