Dull sublunary lovers’ love      —Whose soul is sense—cannot admit  Of absence, ‘cause it doth remove                                         The thing which elemented it.
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Our two souls therefore, which are one,      Though I must go, endure not yet  A breach, but an expansion,      Like gold to aery thinness beat. 

Dull sublunary lovers’ love  
    —Whose soul is sense—cannot admit  
Of absence, ‘cause it doth remove                                     
    The thing which elemented it.

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Our two souls therefore, which are one,  
    Though I must go, endure not yet  
A breach, but an expansion,  
    Like gold to aery thinness beat. 

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