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Sonnet 133

          ,            ,            ,          ,          ,
      Beshrew | that heart | that makes | my heart | to groan
            ,      T    T    .   T           ,          ,
      For that | deep wound it gives | my friend | and me;
        2    ,       ,         ,        ,      ,
      Is it not | enough | to tor|ture me | alone,
            ,         ,    3 3     ,          ,           ,
      But slave | to sla|very my sweet|est friend | must be?
       ,            ,         ,      ,           x
      Me from | myself | thy cru|el eye | hath taken,
                 ,    ,          ,        ,          ,
      And my / next self | thou har|der hast | engrossed:
          ,        ,          ,       ,        x
      Of him,| myself,| and thee | I am | forsaken,
         ,          ,       T     T    T      2      ,
      A tor|ment thrice | three-fold thus | to be crossed.
       ,            ,                ,    ,         ,
      Prison | my heart | in thy / steel bo|som's ward,
            ,          ,         ,      2       T    T     T
      But then | my friend's | heart let my | poor heart bail;
          ,      ,    ,              ,              ,
      Whoere | keeps me,/ let my | heart be | his guard;
             ,           ,         ,      ,        ,
      Thou canst | not then | use rig|or in | my jail.
           ,           ,        ,     2     ,         ,
      And yet | thou wilt,| for I | being pent | in thee,
           ,          ,          ,          ,       ,
      Perforce | am thine | and all | that is | in me.

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