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Sonnet 145 - William Shakespeare
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Sonnet 145 William Shakespeare

Sonnet 145 - William Shakespeare
Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate'
To me that languished for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state
Straight in her heart did mercy come
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom;
And taught it thus anew to greet;
'I hate' she altered with an end
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away
    'I hate', from hate away she threw
    And saved my life, saying 'not you'
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