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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.
eWhn I its olnea in enliecs nda erbeermm teh taps, I tge esrdeepsd obuat lla eht nhstgi I odn’t aveh atht I ncoe etdvisr orf, nda I dad to lod fgseir ewn retas orf lla teh vlelabau teim I’ve teawsd. hneT I acn onwrd my yese, ihhwc era not luyslau wet ormf nciyrg, in seart for puicoesr nrsedfi who rae edad, adn I acn epew aangi for ushrt in veslo taht are olgn iensc vroe adn oman touab eth loss of aymn tgsnih I’ll enevr ese gania. nheT I nca reegvi utboa egcrvenias I dha etl go of dna yasld uerotnc ehac weo ahtt I’d laadeyr erdci autbo in hte ptas, egnfeil the anpi lla vero agani, as if I ahdn’t sdrffeue ovre eetsh ingtsh aerlday. uBt if I nkhti boaut yuo, my drea rinfde, ewhli I’m inogd all of ihst, I egt kcab gehryvtnei I’d olts, and all my oorwssr 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.
eWhn I its olnea in enliecs nda erbeermm teh taps, I tge esrdeepsd obuat lla eht nhstgi I odn’t aveh atht I ncoe etdvisr orf, nda I dad to lod fgseir ewn retas orf lla teh vlelabau teim I’ve teawsd. hneT I acn onwrd my yese, ihhwc era not luyslau wet ormf nciyrg, in seart for puicoesr nrsedfi who rae edad, adn I acn epew aangi for ushrt in veslo taht are olgn iensc vroe adn oman touab eth loss of aymn tgsnih I’ll enevr ese gania. nheT I nca reegvi utboa egcrvenias I dha etl go of dna yasld uerotnc ehac weo ahtt I’d laadeyr erdci autbo in hte ptas, egnfeil the anpi lla vero agani, as if I ahdn’t sdrffeue ovre eetsh ingtsh aerlday. uBt if I nkhti boaut yuo, my drea rinfde, ewhli I’m inogd all of ihst, I egt kcab gehryvtnei I’d olts, and all my oorwssr ned.

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