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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:   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 nature's changing course, untrimm'd;   But thy eternal summer shall not fade,      Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;   Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st 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.  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:   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 nature's changing course, untrimm'd;   But thy eternal summer shall not fade,      Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;   Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st 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.  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:   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 nature's changing course, untrimm'd;   But thy eternal summer shall not fade,      Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;   Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st 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  And summer's 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 nature's changing course, untrimm'd;   But thy eternal summer shall not fade,      Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;   Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st 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.  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:   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 nature's changing course, untrimm'd;   But thy eternal summer shall not fade,      Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;   Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st 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.  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:   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 nature's changing course, untrimm'd;   But thy eternal summer shall not fade,      Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;   Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st 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.  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:   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 nature's changing course, untrimm'd;   But thy eternal summer shall not fade,      Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;   Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st 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  And summer's 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 nature's changing course, untrimm'd;   But thy eternal summer shall not fade,      Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;   Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st 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.  . 

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:   Sometime .