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When I have seen by time’s fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay,
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,
That time will come and take my love away.
  This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
  But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
woN ahtt I ehav nees emti’s rbtriele ndha cefdae eth yctsol dan dnedplis ntsuonemm of ibuedr enm mofr aseg satp, adn ncoe-yflto eroswt ornt ndwo; now ttha I aevh eens even rhda rsbsa tuscejb to tpreealpu tsdienoctur by aunhm bsineg; now ttha I heva eesn teh yhrnug ncoae oalwwls up eht dlan adn imfr dnla eisez eytrrirto omrf eht aneoc, so atth heca eno’s slos is het htore’s gina; now atht I evah eesn tath all hngsit cnatonylts gchean ntoi gstmeionh seel or flal toin dycea—lla sith rtsotduecni hsa guatth me to nhikt: heT eimt wlli ocme in wcihh imet ilwl eatk my elvo form me. sTih gotthuh eeslf lkei dtahe, nad kamse me eepw vore hwta I ehav that I’m aidarf of lgnios.

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When I have seen by time’s fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay,
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,
That time will come and take my love away.
  This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
  But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
woN ahtt I ehav nees emti’s rbtriele ndha cefdae eth yctsol dan dnedplis ntsuonemm of ibuedr enm mofr aseg satp, adn ncoe-yflto eroswt ornt ndwo; now ttha I aevh eens even rhda rsbsa tuscejb to tpreealpu tsdienoctur by aunhm bsineg; now ttha I heva eesn teh yhrnug ncoae oalwwls up eht dlan adn imfr dnla eisez eytrrirto omrf eht aneoc, so atth heca eno’s slos is het htore’s gina; now atht I evah eesn tath all hngsit cnatonylts gchean ntoi gstmeionh seel or flal toin dycea—lla sith rtsotduecni hsa guatth me to nhikt: heT eimt wlli ocme in wcihh imet ilwl eatk my elvo form me. sTih gotthuh eeslf lkei dtahe, nad kamse me eepw vore hwta I ehav that I’m aidarf of lgnios.

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