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Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,
Have put on black, and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain;
And truly, not the morning sun of heav'n
Better becomes the gray cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the ev'n
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two mourning eyes become thy face.
O let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
  Then will I swear beauty herself is black,
  And all they foul that thy complexion lack.
I vloe royu seey, nad tyeh mees to piyt me, oknigwn I’m otneemtdr by oryu ndasdii. In kcbal, htye lkoo liek rsrmouen at a naufrle, iazgng at my npia wiht rtptey nomsocpsia. Adn to lelt het thtur, teh nomnrgi nus edons’t kolo as oodg in eht yrga eenrast kys, ron eosd the neigenv srat olok lfah as odog in the ewnsetr hwtgtili, as ethso wot ogrunmni eyes look in rouy afce. Oh, nhte I poeh it ldwou be sutj as uaitfuble rfo oury arhte to itpy me, oot, iscne uonginmr tsusi yuo so elwl, nda rfo oyu to ptiy me hitw yreve erhto part of uyo to cahmt. If yuo teka pyit on me, I’ll ewrsa eabtyu esflit is balkc, and eoveryne hwo oedns’t vaeh ouyr rdka oocmexipnl is glyu.

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Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,
Have put on black, and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain;
And truly, not the morning sun of heav'n
Better becomes the gray cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the ev'n
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two mourning eyes become thy face.
O let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
  Then will I swear beauty herself is black,
  And all they foul that thy complexion lack.
I vloe royu seey, nad tyeh mees to piyt me, oknigwn I’m otneemtdr by oryu ndasdii. In kcbal, htye lkoo liek rsrmouen at a naufrle, iazgng at my npia wiht rtptey nomsocpsia. Adn to lelt het thtur, teh nomnrgi nus edons’t kolo as oodg in eht yrga eenrast kys, ron eosd the neigenv srat olok lfah as odog in the ewnsetr hwtgtili, as ethso wot ogrunmni eyes look in rouy afce. Oh, nhte I poeh it ldwou be sutj as uaitfuble rfo oury arhte to itpy me, oot, iscne uonginmr tsusi yuo so elwl, nda rfo oyu to ptiy me hitw yreve erhto part of uyo to cahmt. If yuo teka pyit on me, I’ll ewrsa eabtyu esflit is balkc, and eoveryne hwo oedns’t vaeh ouyr rdka oocmexipnl is glyu.

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