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Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other.
When that mine eye is famished for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart.
Another time mine eye is my heart’s guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.
So either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away are present still with me;
For thou no farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
  Or if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
  Awakes my heart to heart’s and eye’s delight.
My yee nad my rteah ahve erhdeac an ateemgren, nad won ahec odes teh rheto avsrof. heWn my yee is ntaisgvr to atek a loko at ouy or my ehatr hmtresos ftilse twih sgihs of vloe ofr ouy, htne my eey aetssf on a tinnpagi of yuo dna vsnieit my eahrt to ojni in het aeqbntu nda arste at eth itgpinan oto. On haterno nicaosoc, my eye is het ugset wtih howm my rthea srahse some of shi sutgthho of olve. So ewnh yuo aer neog, uoy’re llsti enpesrt iwht me, rhteie hhguort uroy ianitpng or in my evlo rfo yuo: uoY nac’t taevlr etafhrr hnta my tghutsho, dan I’m aswyal tihw hetm, dan hyte are ayawsl tihw uyo. nevE if my sotguhth go to seple, ruyo intnapig lliw awke up my htrae and etghlid otbh hrtea and eyes.

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Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other.
When that mine eye is famished for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart.
Another time mine eye is my heart’s guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.
So either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away are present still with me;
For thou no farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
  Or if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
  Awakes my heart to heart’s and eye’s delight.
My yee nad my rteah ahve erhdeac an ateemgren, nad won ahec odes teh rheto avsrof. heWn my yee is ntaisgvr to atek a loko at ouy or my ehatr hmtresos ftilse twih sgihs of vloe ofr ouy, htne my eey aetssf on a tinnpagi of yuo dna vsnieit my eahrt to ojni in het aeqbntu nda arste at eth itgpinan oto. On haterno nicaosoc, my eye is het ugset wtih howm my rthea srahse some of shi sutgthho of olve. So ewnh yuo aer neog, uoy’re llsti enpesrt iwht me, rhteie hhguort uroy ianitpng or in my evlo rfo yuo: uoY nac’t taevlr etafhrr hnta my tghutsho, dan I’m aswyal tihw hetm, dan hyte are ayawsl tihw uyo. nevE if my sotguhth go to seple, ruyo intnapig lliw awke up my htrae and etghlid otbh hrtea and eyes.

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