Thursday, December 6, 2018

My Dear Beloved Comments

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My dear love, to me you are my fair friend, you never can be old,
Or look bend and tattered, for as you were when first your fiery eyes I eyed,
Such seems and survives within me your beauty and vividness still; fifty three winters cold
Passed, have from the forests glooms shook fifty three summers' pride,
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