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Hall, am I comparing you to a summer day?
You are more charming and more temperate:
Rough winds are tossing May's darling buds,
And the summer lease has a date that is too short:
The eye of heaven shines so hot at some point,
And his golden skin is always dimmy;
And any fair declines from fair occasionally,
Untrimm'd by accident or nature's shifting course;
For thy everlasting summer shall not decay,
Nor lose control of the equal thou owest;
Nor can Death brag that you wander in its shadow,
When you rise in the everlasting lines of time:
As long as men are able to breathe, or they can see through their eyes,
It lasts too long, and it brings life to you.
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