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Sonnet 12

           ,        ,           ,            ,           ,
      When^I | do count | the clock | that tells | the time,
           ,     .    T    T    T        ,   2     ,
      And see | the brave day sunk | in hi|deous night;
           ,       ,         ,          ,    ,
      When I | behold | the vi|olet / past prime,
           ,       ,           ,         ,           ,
      And sa|ble curls, | all sil|vered ore | with white;
            ,       ,        ,     ,             ,
      When lof|ty trees | I see | barren | of leaves,
              ,          ,          ,    ,         ,
      Which^erst | from heat | did can|opy | the herd,
           ,          ,           ,      ,         ,
      And sum|mer's green | all gird|ed up | in sheaves,
        ,              ,           ,            ,       ,
      Borne on | the bier | with white | and brist|ly beard,
            ,         ,      ,       ,         ,
      Then^of | thy beau|ty do | I ques|tion make,
             ,       ,           ,          ,          ,
      That thou | among | the wastes | of time | must go,
               ,           ,        ,          ,         ,
      Since^sweets | and beau|ties do | themselves | forsake
           ,         ,         ,         ,        ,
      And die | as fast | as they | see^oth|ers grow;
           ,           ,       T       T    .    T         ,
      And noth|ing 'gainst | Time's scythe can make | defense
        T    T     .   T      ,             ,            ,
      Save breed, to brave | him when^|he takes | thee hence.

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