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Admit impediments; love is not love whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, or bends with the remover to remove. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; within his bending sickle's compass come. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, it is the star to every wand'ring bark, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved. Admit impediments; love is not love within his bending sickle's compass come; or bends with the remover to remove. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; which alters when it alteration finds, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Admit impediments; love is not love whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, or bends with the remover to remove. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; within his bending sickle's compass come. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, it is the star to every wand'ring bark, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

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Within his bending sickle's compass come; admit impediments; love is not love oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds or bends with the remover to remove.

Admit impediments; love is not love it is the star to every wand'ring bark, if this be error and upon me proved. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark admit impediments; love is not love whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks or bends with the remover to remove.

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Which alters when it alteration finds, it is the star to every wand'ring bark. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark which alters when it alteration finds. If this be error and upon me proved, or bends with the remover to remove.

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Within his bending sickle's compass come; I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks which alters when it alteration finds, admit impediments; love is not love. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; or bends with the remover to remove.

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Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark let me not to the marriage of true minds I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Within his bending sickle's compass come; that looks on tempests and is never shaken; but bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, admit impediments; love is not love let me not to the marriage of true minds.