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William Shakespeare - Sonnet 145: "Those lips that Love`s own hand did make..."
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Those lips that Love`s own hand did make
Breath`d forth the sound that said I hate
To me that languish`d for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come.
Chiding that tongue, that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom: 
And taught it thus anew to greet:
`I hate` she alter`d with an end
That follow`d it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
`I hate` from hate away she threw,
And sav`d my life, saying `not you`
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