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Shall I Compare Me To A Summer's Day?

förvrängd William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Shall I compare me to a summer's day?
I am 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 my eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair I owe;

Nor shall Death brag I wander in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time I grow:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to me.

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