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[Lama]

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


Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines
And often is his gold complexion dimmed ;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall death brag thou wanderest 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