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Sorastrife |
2009-10-08 |
Love's not Time's fool, though rosey lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not whith his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom. |
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Eponine |
2009-10-08 |
O no, it is an ever fixed mark
that looks on tempests and is not shaken
it is the star to every wandering bark
whose worth's unknown although his height be taken |
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Sorastrife |
2009-10-08 |
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
I love it. It's gorgeous. |
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