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Shall I Compare thee to a summers day?
Thou you art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summers lease hath all to short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimmed,
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor shall death brag thou wandrest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growst.
So long as man can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this give life to thee.

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