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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thouart 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 diclines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor shall Death brag thou wanter'st in his shade,
When in entral 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.

W. Shakespeare.