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Sonnet CXXXII
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| Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, | 1
| Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain, | 2
| Have put on black and loving mourners be, | 3
| Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain. | 4
| And truly not the morning sun of heaven | 5
| Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east, | 6
| Nor that full star that ushers in the even | 7
| Doth half that glory to the sober west, | 8
| As those two mourning eyes become thy face: | 9
| O, let it then as well beseem thy heart | 10
| To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace, | 11
| And suit thy pity like in every part. | 12
| Then will I swear beauty herself is black | 13
| And all they foul that thy complexion lack. | 14
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