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Shakespeare's Sonnet 104

  1    To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
  2    For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,
  3    Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
  4    Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
  5    Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd
  6    In process of the seasons have I seen,
  7    Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,
  8    Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
  9    Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial hand,
 10    Steal from his figure and no pace perceiv'd;
 11    So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
 12    Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd:
 13      For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;
 14      Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.

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