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“Up
to my throat she in the stream had drawn me,
And,
dragging me behind her, she was moving,
Upon
the water lightly as a shuttle.
When
I was near unto the blessed shore,
“Asperges
me”, I heard so sweetly sung,
Remember
it I cannot, much less write it.
The
beautiful lady opened wide her arms,
Embraced
my head and plunged me underneath,
Where
I was forced to swallow of the water.” (cantos 31)
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