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Sonnet 73

             ,         ,           ,         ,       ,
      That time | of year | thou mayst | in me | behold,
            ,         ,          ,        ,         ,
      When yel|low leaves,| or none,| or few | do hang
         ,            ,             ,         ,           ,
      Upon | those boughs | which shake | against | the cold,
        T    Tx      T             ,     .    T     T     T
      Bare ruined choirs,| where late | the sweet birds sang.
          ,          ,          ,    T    .   T   T
      In me | thou seest | the twi|light of such day
          ,      ,       ,       ,         ,
      As aft|er sun|set fad|eth in | the west,
             ,    .   T   T     T            ,       ,
      Which^by | and by black night | doth take | away,
         T      Tx     T           ,         ,         ,
      Death's second self | that seals | up all | in rest.
          ,          ,           ,             ,    ,
      In me | thou seest | the glow|ing of / such fire,
            ,        ,      ,         ,           ,
      That on | the ash|es of | his youth | doth lie,
                 ,    ,          ,        ,        ,
      As the / death-bed,| whereon | it must | expire,
           ,            ,           ,         ,         ,
      Consumed | with that | which^it | was nour|ished by.
             ,          ,             ,           ,             ,
      This^thou | perceivst,| which makes | thy love | more* strong,
           ,           ,            ,           ,            ,
      To love | that well,| which thou | must leave | ere* long.

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