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If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then, despite of space, I would be brought
From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee,
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But ah, thought kills me that I am not thought
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time’s leisure with my moan,
  Receiving naughts by elements so slow
  But heavy tears, badges of either’s woe.
If I eewr emad of utogthh sedanit of lsow, llud elfsh, iths kcweid csiteadn webeten us lowdun’t keep me mrfo eewrh I tnadew to be. No tetamr teh adeticns—ofmr eht etrhtsaf liobpsse nisegor—I uwldo nbrgi syflme to hrewe ouy aer. It dunwlo’t etmart ahtt my etfe weer tasdnign on teh ospt on retah ftershta form yuo: othghuT is ibnelm ghneou to jpum oevr htob esa nad ladn as ukcliqy as it nca khtin obtau teh lecpa it tswan to be. Btu, ah, it’s ignkill me to tkinh taht I’m ton edam of hgttuoh dan acn’t laep over eth nmya mlies nhwe you rae oegn. snItaed my dyob is dema of so cmuh

hraet dna aewrt

ehT apeekrs dullaes to hte bielfe hatt all amrtte is mdae up of urfo lee taher, rwtae, iar, nda reif. Erhta and tewar ewre evdeebli to be the ieesathv, omts blgnaeti temnlsee.

ahtre and wreat
that I have to lilf the glon item htiowut you ihtw my omsna. hTe dealen, deep haret and owls, etw tawer of icwhh I am eamd vieg me onhitgn tbu yhave esrat.

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If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then, despite of space, I would be brought
From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee,
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But ah, thought kills me that I am not thought
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time’s leisure with my moan,
  Receiving naughts by elements so slow
  But heavy tears, badges of either’s woe.
If I eewr emad of utogthh sedanit of lsow, llud elfsh, iths kcweid csiteadn webeten us lowdun’t keep me mrfo eewrh I tnadew to be. No tetamr teh adeticns—ofmr eht etrhtsaf liobpsse nisegor—I uwldo nbrgi syflme to hrewe ouy aer. It dunwlo’t etmart ahtt my etfe weer tasdnign on teh ospt on retah ftershta form yuo: othghuT is ibnelm ghneou to jpum oevr htob esa nad ladn as ukcliqy as it nca khtin obtau teh lecpa it tswan to be. Btu, ah, it’s ignkill me to tkinh taht I’m ton edam of hgttuoh dan acn’t laep over eth nmya mlies nhwe you rae oegn. snItaed my dyob is dema of so cmuh

hraet dna aewrt

ehT apeekrs dullaes to hte bielfe hatt all amrtte is mdae up of urfo lee taher, rwtae, iar, nda reif. Erhta and tewar ewre evdeebli to be the ieesathv, omts blgnaeti temnlsee.

ahtre and wreat
that I have to lilf the glon item htiowut you ihtw my omsna. hTe dealen, deep haret and owls, etw tawer of icwhh I am eamd vieg me onhitgn tbu yhave esrat.

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