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Evan Thomas, Milton Group8, Milton Group7, Milton Group6, Milton Group5, Milton Group4, Milton Group3, Milton Group2, Milton Group1, Milton Group9, Authors

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Wherefore my pype, albee rude Pan thou please,

Wherefore my crude pype, even though unmannered God thou please,
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