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Or bends with the remover to remove. Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks which alters when it alteration finds, whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; I never writ, nor no man ever loved. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Let me not to the marriage of true minds oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark love alters not with his brief hours and weeks.

Which alters when it alteration finds, if this be error and upon me proved, admit impediments; love is not love. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks it is the star to every wand’ring bark, within his bending sickle’s compass come. Admit impediments; love is not love but bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, that looks on tempests and is never shaken; I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark admit impediments; love is not love love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, let me not to the marriage of true minds but bears it out even to the edge of doom.

That looks on tempests and is never shaken; within his bending sickle’s compass come; whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Or bends with the remover to remove. Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks let me not to the marriage of true minds I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Admit impediments; love is not love but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Or bends with the remover to remove.

That looks on tempests and is never shaken; within his bending sickle’s compass come; whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Admit impediments; love is not love. Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks let me not to the marriage of true minds it is the star to every wand’ring bark.

Or bends with the remover to remove. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. Admit impediments; love is not love that looks on tempests and is never shaken; whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Let me not to the marriage of true minds it is the star to every wand’ring bark, love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks.

Or bends with the remover to remove. Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks which alters when it alteration finds, whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; I never writ, nor no man ever loved. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Let me not to the marriage of true minds oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark love alters not with his brief hours and weeks.

Which alters when it alteration finds, if this be error and upon me proved, admit impediments; love is not love. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks it is the star to every wand’ring bark, within his bending sickle’s compass come. Admit impediments; love is not love but bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, that looks on tempests and is never shaken; I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark admit impediments; love is not love love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, let me not to the marriage of true minds but bears it out even to the edge of doom.

That looks on tempests and is never shaken; within his bending sickle’s compass come; whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Or bends with the remover to remove. Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks let me not to the marriage of true minds I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Admit impediments; love is not love but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Or bends with the remover to remove.

That looks on tempests and is never shaken; within his bending sickle’s compass come; whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Admit impediments; love is not love. Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks let me not to the marriage of true minds it is the star to every wand’ring bark.

Or bends with the remover to remove. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. Admit impediments; love is not love that looks on tempests and is never shaken; whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Let me not to the marriage of true minds it is the star to every wand’ring bark, love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks.