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Sonnet 54

          ,           ,           ,        ,   2     ,
      Oh how | much^more | doth beau|ty beau|teous seem
           ,           ,     ,            ,            ,
      By that | sweet^orn|ament | which^truth | doth^give.
       .    T    T     T          ,      ,        ,
      The rose looks fair,| but fair|er we | it deem
            ,          ,        ,           ,        ,
      For that | sweet^o|dor, which | doth^in | it live.
           ,         ,             ,         ,       ,
      The can|ker blooms | have* full | as deep | a dye
                ,   ,       ,         ,        ,
      As the / perfumed | tincture | of the | roses,
            ,           ,            ,        ,      ,
      Hang^on | such^thorns, | and play | as wan|tonly
            ,           ,              ,       ,       ,
      When sum|mer's breath | their masked | buds dis|closes:
           ,           ,       ,     ,           ,
      But for | their vir|tue on|ly is | their show,
             ,        ,           ,     ,        ,
      They live | unwooed, | and un|respect|ed fade,
       ,    2        T      T    T      ,        ,
      Die to them|selves. Sweet ro|ses do | not so,
           ,             ,             ,      ,         ,
      Of their | sweet^deaths | are sweet|est o|dors made:
           ,       ,       ,  2            ,       ,
      And so | of you, | beauteous | and love|ly youth,
             ,            ,          ,          ,            ,
      When that | shall vade, | my verse | distills | your truth.

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