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   {
    "text": "How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame",
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   {
    "text": "Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "That tongue that tells the story of thy days,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Making lascivious comments on thy sport,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Cannot dispraise but in a kind of praise;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Naming thy name blesses an ill report.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "O, what a mansion have those vices got",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Which for their habitation chose out thee,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Where beauty’s veil doth cover every blot,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And all things turns to fair that eyes can see!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege;",
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    "text": "The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.",
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