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Sonnet 146: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
By William ShakespeareSource: William Shakespeare - PoetryDB (Public Domain)103 words
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
My sinful earth these rebel powers array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
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