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    Shall I compare thee to a summer's day

    Thou art more lovely and more temperate

    Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

    And summer's lease hath all too short a date

    Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines

    And often is his gold complexion dimmed

    And every fair from fair sometimes declines


    By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed

    But thy eternal summer shall not fade

    Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest

    Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade

    when in eternal lines to time thou growest

    So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see

    So long lives this. and this gives life to them






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