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Sonnet LXXXIX
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| Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, | 1
| And I will comment upon that offence; | 2
| Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt, | 3
| Against thy reasons making no defence. | 4
| Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill, | 5
| To set a form upon desired change, | 6
| As I'll myself disgrace: knowing thy will, | 7
| I will acquaintance strangle and look strange, | 8
| Be absent from thy walks, and in my tongue | 9
| Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell, | 10
| Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong | 11
| And haply of our old acquaintance tell. | 12
| For thee against myself I'll vow debate, | 13
| For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate. | 14
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