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David Shaw-Parker( David Shaw Parker )
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Sonnet 18
Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare Shall i compare thee to a summers day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may, And summers 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 natures changing course, untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose posession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st; So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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