| Shall I compare thee to a summer’s 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 summmer’s 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 dimm’d;
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| And every fair from fair sometime declines,
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| By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
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| Like a beautiful smile
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| That fills I know why
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| Such a beauty won’t die
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| It’s eternity’s mile
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| That we walk all this while
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| But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
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| Nor lose possesion of that fair thou ow’st,
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| Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
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| When in eternal lines to thime thou grow’st;
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| Like a beautiful smile
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| That fills I know why
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| Such a beauty won’t die
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| It’s eternity’s mile
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| That we walk all this while
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| Like a beautiful dream
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| That is just what it seems
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| We’re just floating upstream
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| On eternity’s beam
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| So long as men can breath, or eyes can see,
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| So long lives this, and this gives life to thee
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| Shall I compare thee to a summer’s 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 summmer’s 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 dimm’d;
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| And every fair from fair sometime declines,
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| By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
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| But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
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| Nor lose possesion of that fair thou ow’st,
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| Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
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| When in eternal lines to thime thou grow’st;
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| So long as men can breath, or eyes can see,
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| So long lives this, and this gives life to thee |