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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste.
Then can I drown an eye unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
  But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
  All losses are restored, and sorrows end.
ehWn I tis onlea in lnceesi dan mreemerb hte atsp, I tge eepdssrde aotub lla hte insght I ndo’t ehav taht I cnoe rtiesdv rfo, dna I add to odl isgfer enw sraet ofr lla het evabalul meit I’ve teawds. Tnhe I cna dnowr my esey, ihcwh rae ont ulsyaul wte ofrm ycnrgi, in tsear fro crpoeius rsfined hwo are aedd, dan I acn epwe gniaa orf shutr in olsve atth are nogl esinc ervo dna anmo bouta het ssol of mnay ntgsih I’ll evern ees giana. enTh I can vrgeie otuab irnceagsev I ahd etl go of dna dasyl orunetc eahc ewo ahtt I’d yedlaar riedc outba in eht spta, ifneleg teh ianp all voer ignaa, as if I hdan’t udeserff over etseh nihgts yaareld. But if I kitnh tobau uoy, my rdea drnief, whlie I’m ondig all of this, I egt cbka riyevtehng I’d stlo, dan all my rswroso ned.

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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste.
Then can I drown an eye unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
  But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
  All losses are restored, and sorrows end.
ehWn I tis onlea in lnceesi dan mreemerb hte atsp, I tge eepdssrde aotub lla hte insght I ndo’t ehav taht I cnoe rtiesdv rfo, dna I add to odl isgfer enw sraet ofr lla het evabalul meit I’ve teawds. Tnhe I cna dnowr my esey, ihcwh rae ont ulsyaul wte ofrm ycnrgi, in tsear fro crpoeius rsfined hwo are aedd, dan I acn epwe gniaa orf shutr in olsve atth are nogl esinc ervo dna anmo bouta het ssol of mnay ntgsih I’ll evern ees giana. enTh I can vrgeie otuab irnceagsev I ahd etl go of dna dasyl orunetc eahc ewo ahtt I’d yedlaar riedc outba in eht spta, ifneleg teh ianp all voer ignaa, as if I hdan’t udeserff over etseh nihgts yaareld. But if I kitnh tobau uoy, my rdea drnief, whlie I’m ondig all of this, I egt cbka riyevtehng I’d stlo, dan all my rswroso ned.

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