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Let me not to the marriage of true minds which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. Within his bending sickle’s compass come; oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Let me not to the marriage of true minds love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Let me not to the marriage of true minds love alters not with his brief hours and weeks.

Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Within his bending sickle’s compass come; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. Or bends with the remover to remove.

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April 5, 2010 at 6:07 pm

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