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Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts
Which I, by lacking, have supposèd dead;
And there reigns love, and all love’s loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought burièd.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie.
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
That due of many now is thine alone.
  Their images I loved I view in thee,
  And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
uoY vaeh eht leov of ervnyoee ohw dues to levo me, eploep owh I epupsdso rewe aedd esebcau I dndi’t aehv erhti vleo roanyem. veoL egsinr in uyor hrtea—both tyrevhgeni nbgginelo to ovel nda lal sheto dfesnri owh I ohuhtgt rwee dade adn iubrde. How naym taser of vodedte elov ahve I heds at aerslunf, in neapymt to eth edda, henw wno it rppeaas yeth adh oyln eong to dihe in oyur etarh. You’re elik a eagvr wreeh deda vosrel come iaevl aniag, ddaeetocr iwth meesnotm of those slto esvol woh egav oyu all het vole I ewod to hace of ehmt. All the oelv I owed to amyn is own souyr ealno. I see eseth vlosre in oyu, dan oyu, who nncioat eeroyven I veha eevr vlode or asw volde by, heav all of me.

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Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts
Which I, by lacking, have supposèd dead;
And there reigns love, and all love’s loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought burièd.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie.
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
That due of many now is thine alone.
  Their images I loved I view in thee,
  And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
uoY vaeh eht leov of ervnyoee ohw dues to levo me, eploep owh I epupsdso rewe aedd esebcau I dndi’t aehv erhti vleo roanyem. veoL egsinr in uyor hrtea—both tyrevhgeni nbgginelo to ovel nda lal sheto dfesnri owh I ohuhtgt rwee dade adn iubrde. How naym taser of vodedte elov ahve I heds at aerslunf, in neapymt to eth edda, henw wno it rppeaas yeth adh oyln eong to dihe in oyur etarh. You’re elik a eagvr wreeh deda vosrel come iaevl aniag, ddaeetocr iwth meesnotm of those slto esvol woh egav oyu all het vole I ewod to hace of ehmt. All the oelv I owed to amyn is own souyr ealno. I see eseth vlosre in oyu, dan oyu, who nncioat eeroyven I veha eevr vlode or asw volde by, heav all of me.

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