
Shall 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 o
Shall 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 o
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