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Ƚ

Shall I compare thee to a summers day?

ܷյһȽϣ

Thou art more lovely and more temperate

DZֵøɰΪ

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

ֲڵķҡﰮĻ

And summers lease hath all too short a date:

Լ̫ݣ

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines

ʱ˸̫

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

ǻҫݹֳȻȥ

And every fair from fair sometimes declines

ÿҷʱҲ׹

By chance or natures changing course untrimmed

ԵʻᣬȻڵл

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

ǣIJ

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owst;

ӵеϢ

Nor shall death brag thou wanderst in his shade,

ܴӰ

When in eternal lines to time thou growst:

ʫ䲻ŵĹ

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

ںܿ

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

ʫͻţʫ

2004/11/12




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