If j'saw by Time;
AG sunk the defac' hand;
D, the rich proud l'cost;
buried age outworn.
If will sometimes be high,
the revolutions see I down-raz'.
D, and eternal slave of yellow copper
at deadly rage if j'l'saw flared out l'increase.
Ocean advantage in the kingdom of the edge,
and firm triumph of the ground of aqueous drains
larger shop, each mark with loss,
and loss with the shop.
If j'saw such l'exchange,
conditions or l'to decaimiento confounded conditions;
Hath the m'ruin,
rumiar,
so scholarly,
a will become this mark on my love to eliminate.
This thought is as qu'death.
He can not select,
but cries,
in order to have that one,
bent,
in order to lose.
A Babelfish translation in triplicate of Shakespeare's Sonnet LXIV
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