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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, or nature's changing course untrimm'd
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possesion 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
As long as man can breathe or eyes can see
So ling lives this
And this gives life to thee