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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought |
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I summon up remembrance of things past, |
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I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, |
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And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste; |
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Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, |
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For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, |
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And weep afresh love's long-since-cancell'd woe, |
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And moan the expense of many a vanisht sight: |
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Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, |
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And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er |
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The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, |
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Which I new pay as if not paid before. |
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But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, |
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All losses are restored, and sorrows end. |
