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Sonnet 13

      ,              ,           ,           ,          ,
      O that | you were | your self. | But love, | you are
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      No long|er yours | than you | your self | here* live.
          ,           ,       ,           ,         ,
      Against | this com|ing end | you should | prepare
                   ,    ,          ,        ,        ,
      And your / sweet sem|blance to | some^o|ther give.
             ,            ,       ,           ,         ,
      So* should | that beau|ty which | you hold | in lease
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      Find^no | deter|mina|tion, then | you were
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      Yourself | again | after | yourself's | decease,
             ,           ,       ,             ,             ,
      When your | sweet^is|sue your | sweet* form | should bear.
             ,         ,        ,       ,          ,
      Who* lets | so fair | a house | fall to | decay,
             ,      ,        ,       ,         ,
      Which hus|bandry | in hon|or might | uphold,
          ,           ,       ,         ,         ,
      Against | the storm|y gusts | of win|ter's day
           ,        ,          ,         ,       ,
      And bar|ren rage | of death's | eter|nal cold?
          ,              ,       ,         ,          ,
      O none | but un/thrifts. Dear | my love | you know
       ,     2     ,        ,          T   T   T
      You had a | father,| let your | son say so.

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