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ㅤㅤShall 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 ow’st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade, when in eternal lines to time thou grow’st; so long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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ㅤㅤShall 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 ow’st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade, when in eternal lines to time thou grow’st; so long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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