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sonnet 18…



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 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 and this gives life to thee.

Thanx for reading…
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