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So spake our Father penitent, nor EVE   Felt less remorse: they forthwith to the place   Repairing where he judg'd them prostrate fell   Before him reverent, and both confess'd   Humbly thir faults, and pardon beg'd, with tears   VVatering the ground, and with thir sighs the Air   Frequenting, sent from hearts contrite, in sign   Of sorrow unfeign'd, and humiliation meek.
Paradise Lost
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