she calles me iinsayne n madd, dysfunctk evern,
that i coulld wearve warlds for her, she scoffeed
aer you one of spyder's silk? for y'legs are sven?
n ii wud heare of her dismal, but tink it loft,
she tinks herselpth a devil, or daemon,
but ii saw of her an angeelyc replyca
her vox she thott nix n crymson
n ii wud pix an halo's glowen auora
myne laedy was of nobylitie, though she thief!
the fleshen heart wyas biwitched, stollen
byher, tho shed' dieny, n leayve me wyth
ask yeself how thine flert w an ashen?
she broke myne cryztall heart and i met my maiker
but we volwed we'd meet fve hun-dred paegus laiter
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