5 November 2007

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darlings buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date
And often is his gold complexion dimmed
And every fair from fair sometimes declines
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou growest
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see
So long lives this, ande this gives life to thee



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