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My mist|ress' eyes | are noth|ing like | the sun;
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Coral | is far | more^red, | than her / lips red:
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If snow | be white,| why then | her breasts | are
dun;
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If hairs | be wires,| black wires grow | on her
head.
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I have / seen ros|es dam|asked, red | and white,
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But no | such^ros|es see | I^in | her cheeks;
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And in | some^per|fumes^is | there more | delight
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Than in | the breath | that from | my mist|ress
reeks.
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I love | to hear | her speak,| yet well | I know
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That mus|ic hath | a far | more* pleas|ing sound:
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I grant | I nev|er saw | a god|dess go,
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My mist|ress, when | she walks,| treads on | the
ground.
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And yet | by heaven,| I think | my love | as
rare,
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As an|y she | belied | with false | compare.