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O never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie.
That is my home of love; if I have ranged,
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reigned
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stained
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good.
  For nothing this wide universe I call,
  Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.
Oh, nvere ysa atht I swa ntlafuufih to ouy in my rteha, enve htohug my eaecbns mrfo yuo gdetuessg ttha my lvoe ahd eeewnkda. I nca’t easrtaep mlfsye ofmr my iegsnfel fro you emyanor tanh I cna eaepatrs melsyf mofr slfyme. uoY ear my moeh, nad if I taysred awya orfm uyo, liek a vearlret I aehv utndrere aagni, igthr at the ieotpdapn ietm, hitw my genesifl hgnduance, so I’m knmiga up rfo my deemdis. Eevn gouhht I ahve the emsa esewssnake in my rnateu as ervenoey amde of efshl dna lbdoo, dno’t reve eilbvee that I oudcl be so alymlro cporsiedmom as to ealve moeosen as dogo as you in nehaxegc orf ngostmihe sswtrohel. hTe neiret eusevnri pxeetc for you, my ovel, nmaes gnnhiot to me. You’re vtreegynih to me.

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O never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie.
That is my home of love; if I have ranged,
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reigned
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stained
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good.
  For nothing this wide universe I call,
  Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.
Oh, nvere ysa atht I swa ntlafuufih to ouy in my rteha, enve htohug my eaecbns mrfo yuo gdetuessg ttha my lvoe ahd eeewnkda. I nca’t easrtaep mlfsye ofmr my iegsnfel fro you emyanor tanh I cna eaepatrs melsyf mofr slfyme. uoY ear my moeh, nad if I taysred awya orfm uyo, liek a vearlret I aehv utndrere aagni, igthr at the ieotpdapn ietm, hitw my genesifl hgnduance, so I’m knmiga up rfo my deemdis. Eevn gouhht I ahve the emsa esewssnake in my rnateu as ervenoey amde of efshl dna lbdoo, dno’t reve eilbvee that I oudcl be so alymlro cporsiedmom as to ealve moeosen as dogo as you in nehaxegc orf ngostmihe sswtrohel. hTe neiret eusevnri pxeetc for you, my ovel, nmaes gnnhiot to me. You’re vtreegynih to me.

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