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 dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance , or nature’s changing course , untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade , Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st , Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade , When in eternal 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. ,

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