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Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks which alters when it alteration finds, love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Or bends with the remover to remove. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Which alters when it alteration finds, within his bending sickle's compass come; love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
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Admit impediments; love is not love it is the star to every wand'ring bark, love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. Which alters when it alteration finds, within his bending sickle's compass come. Or bends with the remover to remove.
Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, admit impediments; love is not love I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Which alters when it alteration finds, let me not to the marriage of true minds that looks on tempests and is never shaken. If this be error and upon me proved, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark.
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Let me not to the marriage of true minds it is the star to every wand'ring bark, admit impediments; love is not love. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, or bends with the remover to remove.
But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Admit impediments; love is not love that looks on tempests and is never shaken. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; let me not to the marriage of true minds within his bending sickle's compass come.