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by mortunearseth showers

April 19, 2011

But I worse cold differite,
And han steep in Grece crossed inher’d,
And to despacious cons my memoving,
And did moan walks;
And be.
And this,
And cleasure brange canot me, death of look,
And besmell’ to sic plague-tiend’ring paid dear;
They he can all a faults, of forbeauty, new-fould would ashinks bles up his shal, do you shalf wouldst you no me
When love’s not gones on sakes brain worth to bide,
That shall is thiefs his in our befor ther or time tendom leaven by mortunearseth showers gavength hell?

 

April 17 2011, contiguous lines selected from unsupervised generation, character 4-grams, Shakespeare’s Sonnets. generator: charNG (pronounced ‘carnage’, nee charNGram).

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