Shall I compare thee to a fall day?
Thou art more beauty and more lovely:
Rough winds do shake the dying leaves of summer,
And fall hath too long of a phase:
Sometimes too cold for the eyes to behold,
And often its bronze complexion dulled;
And from fair to fair its bronze complexion will be ablaze,
By chance or nature’s changing course disarray;
But thy eternal fall shall not fade
Nor lose possession of thy fall charm;
Nor shall death bluster about thou,
When in eternal verse thou growest:
So long as mortal can sigh and eyes can spot
So long live this and this give life to thee
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