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That looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wand'ring bark, within his bending sickle's compass come. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, or bends with the remover to remove. Admit impediments; love is not love let me not to the marriage of true minds love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks.

Or bends with the remover to remove. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, let me not to the marriage of true minds love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. Admit impediments; love is not love oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Or bends with the remover to remove.

That looks on tempests and is never shaken; within his bending sickle's compass come; I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, it is the star to every wand'ring bark, which alters when it alteration finds. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks it is the star to every wand'ring bark, which alters when it alteration finds.

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

But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Or bends with the remover to remove. Or bends with the remover to remove. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, admit impediments; love is not love but bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Within his bending sickle's compass come; that looks on tempests and is never shaken; love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, let me not to the marriage of true minds but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Admit impediments; love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks admit impediments; love is not love.