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When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment.
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment.
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky:
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory.
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay,
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful time debateth with decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night,
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
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Aha, my grief that coats me in thick mist
Invokes unfaithful thoughts, of this I'm certain.
Sweet husband, how I wish my weary fist
That held these ropes would gently draw the curtains;
Instead, the pieces that create this scene -
The gun I grasp, the fretful strain I've beckoned -
Convene to cry: "How could he, my heart's Tween,
Forget my hints to watch me every second?"...
Oh, head not to the beaten course of guilt,
For when my Grim's nigh, sanity retreats.
Incessantly, I crushed what you've rebuilt,
Then wrote my fate - to leave life incomplete.
Though my heart needs to pen an ease for you,
The note bears none... but only an adieu.
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