May I compare you to a Summers day?
You are more beautiful and lovely than the heaven's light.
And summer's day is all to short.
Often is gold's gleem dimmed in your pressence.
And every beauty sometime declines,
Whether by chance or by nature unturned,
But you shall never dim,
Or lose your eternal beauty.
You will never wonder in the shadow of mortality.
As long as time continues and man continues to breathe,
You will live.
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