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Sonnet 71

          ,        ,          ,        ,        ,
      No lon|ger mourn | for me | when I | am dead
            ,            ,         ,      ,        ,
      Than you | shall hear | the sur|ly sul|len bell
            ,        ,         ,          ,        ,
      Give^war|ning to | the world | that I | am fled
                    ,    ,           ,        ,          ,
      From this / vile world | with vil|est worms | to dwell:
           ,         ,           ,       ,       ,
      Nay^if | you read | this line,| remem|ber not,
            ,           ,         ,        ,         ,
      The hand | that writ | it, for | I love | you so,
           ,    .   T    T       T             ,       ,
      That I | in your sweet thoughts | would be | forgot,
           ,        ,        ,             ,         ,
      If thin|king on | me then | should make | you woe.
         ,      ,          ,       ,          ,
      O^if |(I say)| you look | upon | this verse,
           ,        ,         ,       ,          ,
      When I |(perhaps)| compoun|ded am | with clay,
          ,         ,     .  T   T    T         ,
      Do not | so much | as my poor name | rehearse;
           ,           ,           ,         ,       ,
      But let | your love | eene^with | my life | decay.
        T   .    T    T              ,       ,          ,
      Lest the wise world | should look | into | your moan,
            ,          ,        ,     ,        ,
      And mock | you with | me af|ter I | am gone.

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