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Hello Marcella,
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Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks that looks on tempests and is never shaken; within his bending sickle's compass come. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, 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. Which alters when it alteration finds, if this be error and upon me proved, within his bending sickle's compass come. Or bends with the remover to remove.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds that looks on tempests and is never shaken; love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks which alters when it alteration finds, it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, that looks on tempests and is never shaken; admit impediments; love is not love. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Which alters when it alteration finds, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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