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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 voel uory eesy, dna hety smee to tiyp me, gkninow I’m tdneemtor by royu diasdin. In lakbc, yteh ookl ikel rnersomu at a elfanru, gzinag at my pani ihwt ttryep ipsnmsaoco. ndA to ltel het httur, eth nomrgin snu ndseo’t oolk as doog in eht agry nearets ksy, nro dsoe eth nvengie stra oklo flha as doog in hte rnewest liihttwg, as ohtes wot grnomiun esey oolk in oyru feac. Oh, enth I hpeo it dluwo be stuj as euutfalib rfo yrou aerth to piyt me, oot, senic mnrnuoig ssuit uoy so wlel, dna for uoy to ytip me hitw eyvre torhe ptra of you to macth. If you eakt yitp on me, I’ll awers byutae ltiesf is lkacb, and eoenevry how sndoe’t eavh ruyo dark enmlxcoiop is yulg.

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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 voel uory eesy, dna hety smee to tiyp me, gkninow I’m tdneemtor by royu diasdin. In lakbc, yteh ookl ikel rnersomu at a elfanru, gzinag at my pani ihwt ttryep ipsnmsaoco. ndA to ltel het httur, eth nomrgin snu ndseo’t oolk as doog in eht agry nearets ksy, nro dsoe eth nvengie stra oklo flha as doog in hte rnewest liihttwg, as ohtes wot grnomiun esey oolk in oyru feac. Oh, enth I hpeo it dluwo be stuj as euutfalib rfo yrou aerth to piyt me, oot, senic mnrnuoig ssuit uoy so wlel, dna for uoy to ytip me hitw eyvre torhe ptra of you to macth. If you eakt yitp on me, I’ll awers byutae ltiesf is lkacb, and eoenevry how sndoe’t eavh ruyo dark enmlxcoiop is yulg.

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