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Sonnet 1

             ,        ,         ,       ,         ,
      From fair|est crea|tures we | desire | increase,
             ,         ,         ,           ,      ,
      That there|by* beau|ty's rose | might^ne|ver die,
           ,        ,        ,          ,        ,
      But^as | the ri|per should | by time | decease,
           ,        ,             ,         ,    ,
      His ten|der heir | might* bear | his mem|ory:
            ,         ,                  ,     ,     ,
      But thou | contrac|ted to thine^//own bright eyes,
         T    .     T      T            ,        ,         ,
      Feedst thy light's flame | with self-|substan|tial fuel,
       ,          ,        ,       ,          ,
      Making | a fam|ine where | abun|dance lies,
            ,         ,      2      ,       T   T    T
      Thy self | thy foe,| to thy sweet | self too cruel:
        ,              ,           ,        T    T .  T
      Thou that | art now | the world's | fresh ornament,
           ,     ,       ,        ,        ,
      And on|ly her|ald to | the gau|dy spring,
          ,           ,     ,   ,    2         ,
      Within | thine^own | bud bur/iest thy | content,
           ,        ,       T     T    .  T       ,
      And ten|der churl | makst waste in^nig|garding:
       ,           ,          ,           ,       ,
      Pity | the world,| or else | this glut|ton be,
          ,           ,       ,              ,           ,
      To eat | the world's | due, by | the grave | and thee.

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