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Those lips that love’s own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said “I hate”
To me that languished for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that, ever sweet,
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
“I hate” she altered with an end
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heav'n to hell is flown away.
   “I hate” from hate away she threw,
  And saved my life, saying “not you.”
soThe spli ttah kolo ikel yteh erew amde by eth dsdsego of olve lseefrh edtabehr thofr eht sword, “I ahet”—nda esh asw aitklng to me, the man ohw’s nnipig ihtw oelv rof erh. tuB nehw ehs saw woh pauphny hes’d dmae me, rcmey amec toni hre rhaet nda she dehdci her tesew gnoteu, hhciw is usluayl so elgnte nad iuecmrfl, adn ughatt it to peksa ghtmsnoie slee to me. heS ganedhc “I teah” by idgdna a wfe wrsdo the way dya ollwfos htgin, thta eifnd gliynf mfro hvanee to hlel: She okot dhtaer yaaw from “I heta,” gvnias my feil wthi “ton oyu.”

Original Text

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Those lips that love’s own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said “I hate”
To me that languished for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that, ever sweet,
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
“I hate” she altered with an end
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heav'n to hell is flown away.
   “I hate” from hate away she threw,
  And saved my life, saying “not you.”
soThe spli ttah kolo ikel yteh erew amde by eth dsdsego of olve lseefrh edtabehr thofr eht sword, “I ahet”—nda esh asw aitklng to me, the man ohw’s nnipig ihtw oelv rof erh. tuB nehw ehs saw woh pauphny hes’d dmae me, rcmey amec toni hre rhaet nda she dehdci her tesew gnoteu, hhciw is usluayl so elgnte nad iuecmrfl, adn ughatt it to peksa ghtmsnoie slee to me. heS ganedhc “I teah” by idgdna a wfe wrsdo the way dya ollwfos htgin, thta eifnd gliynf mfro hvanee to hlel: She okot dhtaer yaaw from “I heta,” gvnias my feil wthi “ton oyu.”

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