Alostsoul

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,







                                         :Shakespeare, /Sonnet 127 

    



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