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Cwico
wæs ic--ne cwæð ic wiht;
cwele ic efne seþeah.
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A stalk of the living, I nothing said;
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Ær
ic wæs, eft ic cwom; æghwa mec reafað,
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Dumb, stand waiting to join the dead.
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hafað mec on headre, ond min heafod
scireþ,
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I have risen before and will rise again
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biteð mec on bær lic, briceð mine
wisan.
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Though plunderers carve and split my skin,
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Monnan
ic ne bite, nympþe he me bite;
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Bite through my bare body, shear my head,
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sindan þara monige þe mec bitað.
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Hold me hard in a slicing bed.
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I do not bite a man unless he bites me,
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But the number of men who bite is many.
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