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Sonnet XLIV
    William Shakespeare
  If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,  
  Injurious distance should not stop my way;  
  For then despite of space I would be brought,  
  From limits far remote where thou dost stay.  
  No matter then although my foot did stand  
  Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;  
  For nimble thought can jump both sea and land  
  As soon as think the place where he would be.  
  But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,  
  To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
  But that so much of earth and water wrought  
  I must attend time's leisure with my moan,  
     Receiving nought by elements so slow  
     But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.  
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