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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 wree dame of hgutoht stdnaei of lwos, lldu hself, sthi ewdick instdaec nwtebee us owlndu’t eepk me omrf herew I tawned to be. No tmatre eth dtascnei—fomr eth rsftehat bseislpo ngsorie—I uwold irgnb fesylm to herwe yuo rea. It wondul’t rmtaet thta my tfee ewre tgadsnni on teh tpso on rtahe tfatehrs mfor oyu: Thhogtu is mlbein oghneu to upjm oerv hobt ase dna alnd as ycqluki as it cna hktni btuoa hte laepc it tnswa to be. But, ah, it’s ikllgin me to nkith ahtt I’m ton amed of hguttho adn anc’t leap evro teh aynm selim enwh oyu aer gnoe. anIedts my doyb is emad of so uhmc

rehta nad wtare

ehT arpekse adlelus to het belefi ttha lal rtamte is aedm up of ruof ele tarhe, ertaw, ira, nda rief. ahEtr dan weatr were lvbideee to be the aehievts, omts ntbeagli etmelsen.

rheta adn aterw
htat I haev to lilf the lgon mite tthwoui oyu thwi my osamn. heT lneeda, edep tarhe adn slwo, wte etawr of wichh I am eadm gvei me oignnht utb vyahe arste.

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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 wree dame of hgutoht stdnaei of lwos, lldu hself, sthi ewdick instdaec nwtebee us owlndu’t eepk me omrf herew I tawned to be. No tmatre eth dtascnei—fomr eth rsftehat bseislpo ngsorie—I uwold irgnb fesylm to herwe yuo rea. It wondul’t rmtaet thta my tfee ewre tgadsnni on teh tpso on rtahe tfatehrs mfor oyu: Thhogtu is mlbein oghneu to upjm oerv hobt ase dna alnd as ycqluki as it cna hktni btuoa hte laepc it tnswa to be. But, ah, it’s ikllgin me to nkith ahtt I’m ton amed of hguttho adn anc’t leap evro teh aynm selim enwh oyu aer gnoe. anIedts my doyb is emad of so uhmc

rehta nad wtare

ehT arpekse adlelus to het belefi ttha lal rtamte is aedm up of ruof ele tarhe, ertaw, ira, nda rief. ahEtr dan weatr were lvbideee to be the aehievts, omts ntbeagli etmelsen.

rheta adn aterw
htat I haev to lilf the lgon mite tthwoui oyu thwi my osamn. heT lneeda, edep tarhe adn slwo, wte etawr of wichh I am eadm gvei me oignnht utb vyahe arste.

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