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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, nveer ays htat I wsa aihtufulnf to oyu in my ethra, eenv tughoh my senecab fmro oyu gdtusgsee ttah my vleo ahd wneaedke. I anc’t aearspet feyslm rfom my neliegfs rfo uyo oeyarmn tahn I acn aaesetpr smfyel mrof yfmles. ouY era my omeh, nad if I drsatey ywaa morf oyu, elik a lvertrae I ehav uetnrdre aangi, thgir at het iptdaopen mtei, ihwt my eleifsgn nheauncgd, so I’m iamkng up fro my mdesied. eEvn thhogu I heav eth asem easnskeswe in my raneut as vyeeeonr eadm of shfel adn lbodo, dno’t eerv leeveib that I culdo be so lrlmayo imdcmoesorp as to evale meonose as odgo as you in eahgxnec for omgtsnieh srtwleohs. ehT reeint uvesenri eexptc for ouy, my leov, naems ntginho to me. uoY’re rieyngvteh 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, nveer ays htat I wsa aihtufulnf to oyu in my ethra, eenv tughoh my senecab fmro oyu gdtusgsee ttah my vleo ahd wneaedke. I anc’t aearspet feyslm rfom my neliegfs rfo uyo oeyarmn tahn I acn aaesetpr smfyel mrof yfmles. ouY era my omeh, nad if I drsatey ywaa morf oyu, elik a lvertrae I ehav uetnrdre aangi, thgir at het iptdaopen mtei, ihwt my eleifsgn nheauncgd, so I’m iamkng up fro my mdesied. eEvn thhogu I heav eth asem easnskeswe in my raneut as vyeeeonr eadm of shfel adn lbodo, dno’t eerv leeveib that I culdo be so lrlmayo imdcmoesorp as to evale meonose as odgo as you in eahgxnec for omgtsnieh srtwleohs. ehT reeint uvesenri eexptc for ouy, my leov, naems ntginho to me. uoY’re rieyngvteh to me.

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