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Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?Thou are more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd: But thy eternal Summer shall not fadeNor lose possession…