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Sonnet 120

            ,           ,        ,         ,          ,
      That you | were once | unkind | befriends | me now,
           ,          ,         ,         ,          ,
      And for | that sor|row, which | I then | did feel,
              ,       ,      ,          ,        ,
      Needs^must | I und|er my | transgres|sion bow,
          ,          ,            ,         ,          ,
      Unless | my nerves | were brass | or ham|mered steel.
           ,         ,        ,       ,          x
      For if | you were | by my | unkind|ness shaken
         ,        ,               ,         ,         ,
      As I | by yours,| you've passed | a hell | of time;
          ,      ,        ,        ,         x
      And I | a tyr|ant have | no leis|ure taken
            ,          ,       ,         ,          ,
      To weigh | how^once | I suf|fered in | your crime.
           ,          ,         ,      ,             ,        2->
      O* that | our night | of woe | might have | remem||bered
           ,        ,           ,           ,        ,
      My deep|est sense,| how hard | true* sor|row hits,
            ,        ,        ,        ,         ,        2->
      And soon | to you,| as you | to me | then tend||ered
           ,        ,             ,       ,        ,
      The hum|ble salve,| which woun|ded bos|oms fits.
            ,           ,         ,        ,        ,
      But that | your tres|pass* now | becomes | a fee,
            ,         ,           ,           ,       ,
      Mine^rans|oms yours,| and yours | must rans|om me.

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