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Sonnet 104

       .  T   T     T          ,      ,        ,
      To me fair friend | you nev|er can | be old,
           ,         ,           ,           ,        ,
      For as | you were | when first | your eye | I^eyed,
             ,           ,        ,             ,         ,
      Such^seems | your bea|uty still.| Three* wint|ers cold,
             ,         ,         ,             ,          ,
      Have from | the for|ests^shook | three* sum|mers' pride,
               ,    2      ,          ,       ,         ,
      Three* beaut|eous springs | to yel|low aut|umn turned,
          ,        ,        ,         ,        ,
      In pro|cess of | the seas|ons have | I seen,
            ,       ,       2     ,      T    T      T
      Three^A|pril per|fumes^in three | hot Junes burned,
              ,        ,           ,            ,          ,
      Since^first | I saw | you fresh, | which^yet | are green.
          ,           ,       ,       ,      ,
      Ah yet | doth beaut|y like | a di|al-hand,
        ,               ,        ,         ,         ,
      Steal from | his fig|ure, and | no pace | perceived;
       .   T    T    T                ,     ,            ,
      So your sweet hue,| which me/thinks still | doth^stand,
            ,        ,          ,         ,       ,
      Hath mo|tion, and | mine^eye | may be | deceived:
            ,         ,             ,          ,        ,
      For fear | of which,| hear* this | thou age | unbred:
       ,               ,          ,        ,        ,
      Ere you | were born | was beaut|y's sum|mer dead.

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