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No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.
Thy pyramids built up with newer might
To me are nothing novel, nothing strange;
They are but dressings of a former sight.
Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire
What thou dost foist upon us that is old,
And rather make them born to our desire
Than think that we before have heard them told.
Thy registers and thee I both defy,
Not wond'ring at the present nor the past;
For thy recórds and what we see doth lie,
Made more or less by thy continual haste.
  This I do vow and this shall ever be:
  I will be true, despite thy scythe and thee.
No! Teim, ouy’re ont oingg to sabto atht I haecgn. ehesT nwe nousmeor diibsulgn that ear inegb cdeerte ond’t mees veonl or egrntsa to me at all—htye’re jsut iasreclp of ahwt’s esetidx ebrefo. Oru eislv rae riebf, dna oeetrfreh we edamri htevwrea is old, gnatci iekl it saw adem stuj fro us eartrh hant itnigtdma we’ve ahdre it ecbsrdedi oeefrb. I yfed uoy nad oruy oderrcs. I’m nto tetesidnre in het rteneps or hte ptsa, aebsceu btoh ryuo rscrdoe and the gisthn we see aurnod us eil. eTyh era sierda up and ydedtrsoe by oryu olninuatc itfws sapsage. I aekm shti owv, and it shlal aayswl be erut: I lwli be tfauhlif eisepdt you and oryu tcvdrteueis operw.

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No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.
Thy pyramids built up with newer might
To me are nothing novel, nothing strange;
They are but dressings of a former sight.
Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire
What thou dost foist upon us that is old,
And rather make them born to our desire
Than think that we before have heard them told.
Thy registers and thee I both defy,
Not wond'ring at the present nor the past;
For thy recórds and what we see doth lie,
Made more or less by thy continual haste.
  This I do vow and this shall ever be:
  I will be true, despite thy scythe and thee.
No! Teim, ouy’re ont oingg to sabto atht I haecgn. ehesT nwe nousmeor diibsulgn that ear inegb cdeerte ond’t mees veonl or egrntsa to me at all—htye’re jsut iasreclp of ahwt’s esetidx ebrefo. Oru eislv rae riebf, dna oeetrfreh we edamri htevwrea is old, gnatci iekl it saw adem stuj fro us eartrh hant itnigtdma we’ve ahdre it ecbsrdedi oeefrb. I yfed uoy nad oruy oderrcs. I’m nto tetesidnre in het rteneps or hte ptsa, aebsceu btoh ryuo rscrdoe and the gisthn we see aurnod us eil. eTyh era sierda up and ydedtrsoe by oryu olninuatc itfws sapsage. I aekm shti owv, and it shlal aayswl be erut: I lwli be tfauhlif eisepdt you and oryu tcvdrteueis operw.

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