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"Shall I compare thee to
a summer's day?"
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:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven
shines,
And often is his gold
complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime
declines,
By chance, or nature's
changing course, untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of
that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st 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 thee.
William Shaksepeare
(1564 - 1616)
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