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Sonnet 61

       ,    2        ,          ,        ,         ,
      Is it thy | will, thy | image | should keep^|open
          ,      ,    ,             ,      ,
      My hea|vy eye|lids to | the wear|y night?
        ,      2     ,         ,           ,         ,
      Dost thou de|sire my | slumbers | should be | broken,
              ,         ,         ,          ,         ,
      While* sha|dows like | to thee | do* mock | my sight?
       ,            ,       ,            ,            ,
      Is it | thy spir|it that | thou sendst | from thee
           ,           ,       ,        ,         ,
      So* far | from home | into | my deeds | to pry,
       .   T   T     T         ,       ,         ,
      To find out shames | and i|dle hours | in me,
            ,          ,      ,        ,      ,
      The scope | and te|nor of | thy jea|lousy?
          ,         ,              ,        ,         ,
      O* no,| thy love | though* much,| is not | so great,
          ,        ,           ,           ,       ,
      It is | my love | that keeps | mine^eye | awake:
            ,            ,           ,         ,        ,
      Mine^own | true* love | that doth | my rest | defeat,
           ,          ,       ,      ,          ,
      To play | the watch|man e|ver for | thy sake:
            ,          ,            ,           ,          ,
      For thee | watch^I,| whilst thou | dost wake | elsewhere,
            ,        ,         ,        ,          ,
      From me | far^off,| with o|thers all | too near.

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