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When most |
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I wink then do mine eyes best see |
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For all the day they view things unrespected |
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But when I sleep in dreams they look on thee |
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And darkly bright are bright in dark directed |
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Then thou whose shadow shadows doth make bright |
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How would thy shadow's form form happy show |
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To the clear day with thy much clearer light |
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When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so |
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How would |
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I say mine eyes be blessed made |
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By looking on thee in the living day |
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When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade |
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Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay |
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All days are nights to see till |
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I see thee |
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And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me |
