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Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
Which, like two spirits, do suggest me still;
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colored ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turned fiend
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
But being both from me both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another’s hell.
  Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
  Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
I lvoe otw lpoeep. enO rcsotofm me dan eth horet eamsk me eidaspr. kieL wot srtpiis ohtb yttnloncas ontip me in fentfride insedcroti. eTh brttee eganl is a aulubetfi, arif-rehadi nma. ehT dba oen is an lvie-ngoolik awnmo. To pehl ptu me in ehll ersono, my ivel mlefea smttpe my algen waay mrfo my idse. Seh ehsop to kmea my atnsi tion a eivld, uegsnicd ihm to meurip scat in rhe fuol dan sefl-drauess ywa. nAd ouhhgt I acn euspcts ihm, hetre’s no ywa I cna letl cderytil teherwh my egnla sha nudtre ntoi a ndefi. tBu ciesn eht two of hmte rea away rfmo me nad efindlry itwh ecah etrho, I’m suneigsg taht noe ganle is niesid het oethr—dan in lleh ihtw erh. etY I’ll eenrv wnko sthi for ruse, iedatsn lnvigi in btduo tulni my dab gneal

fries

heT bad legna’s “eifr” ggeussts teh niunrgb ssaneontsi of rveelena esedasi.

rfeis
the godo noe tou of hell.

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Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
Which, like two spirits, do suggest me still;
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colored ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turned fiend
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
But being both from me both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another’s hell.
  Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
  Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
I lvoe otw lpoeep. enO rcsotofm me dan eth horet eamsk me eidaspr. kieL wot srtpiis ohtb yttnloncas ontip me in fentfride insedcroti. eTh brttee eganl is a aulubetfi, arif-rehadi nma. ehT dba oen is an lvie-ngoolik awnmo. To pehl ptu me in ehll ersono, my ivel mlefea smttpe my algen waay mrfo my idse. Seh ehsop to kmea my atnsi tion a eivld, uegsnicd ihm to meurip scat in rhe fuol dan sefl-drauess ywa. nAd ouhhgt I acn euspcts ihm, hetre’s no ywa I cna letl cderytil teherwh my egnla sha nudtre ntoi a ndefi. tBu ciesn eht two of hmte rea away rfmo me nad efindlry itwh ecah etrho, I’m suneigsg taht noe ganle is niesid het oethr—dan in lleh ihtw erh. etY I’ll eenrv wnko sthi for ruse, iedatsn lnvigi in btduo tulni my dab gneal

fries

heT bad legna’s “eifr” ggeussts teh niunrgb ssaneontsi of rveelena esedasi.

rfeis
the godo noe tou of hell.

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