SHALL I compare thee
to a summers day? |
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Thou art more lovely and more temperate: |
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Rough winds do shake the darling buds of
May, |
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And summers lease hath all too short
a date: |
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Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, |
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And often is his gold complexion dimmd; |
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And every fair from fair sometime declines, |
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By chance, or natures changing course
untrimmd; |
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But thy eternal summer shall not fade, |
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Nor lose possession of that fair thou owst, |
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Nor shall death brag thou wanderst
in his shade, |
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When in eternal lines to time thou growst; |
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So long as men can breathe, or
eyes can see, |
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So long lives this, and this
gives life to thee. |
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