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Sonnet 130

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

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