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Sonnet 104 by William Shakespeare

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,

For as you were when first your eye I eyed,

Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold

Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,

Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd

In process of the seasons have I seen,

Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,

Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,

Steal from his figure and no pace perceived;

So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,

Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived:

For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;

Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.

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  1. 19 Dec. 2012
    274. #ff00ff.+.+.+.+CRAZE says

    I love this poems show the love

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  2. 11 Dec. 2012
    273. Skura says

    Next

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  3. 10 Dec. 2012
    272. Thobekaa says

    ei u need r practice

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  4. 4 Dec. 2012
    271. PROMISE/7.1.8 says

    B

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  5. 29 Nov. 2012
    270. BULL'S+EYE says

    U people thr is no way u cn describe shakespear's wrk it totaly out of word

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  6. 22 Nov. 2012
    269. #00ff00/THUSO/+/M/ says

    I am impressed, dis poem remindz me of 1 of my poetry i use 2 writ. I lv it nd i enjoy it coz it rmind me of ma gf.wa ko mahembeni.yeah,m khutso ralete ko itieleng

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