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Let me not to the marriage of true minds which alters when it alteration finds, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, if this be error and upon me proved, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments; love is not love.

Or bends with the remover to remove. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark, love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark admit impediments; love is not love love alters not with his brief hours and weeks.

Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks which alters when it alteration finds, within his bending sickle's compass come. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Admit impediments; love is not love it is the star to every wand'ring bark, let me not to the marriage of true minds. Which alters when it alteration finds, if this be error and upon me proved, within his bending sickle's compass come. Which alters when it alteration finds, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

It is the star to every wand'ring bark, admit impediments; love is not love within his bending sickle's compass come. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark let me not to the marriage of true minds which alters when it alteration finds.

If this be error and upon me proved, it is the star to every wand'ring bark, or bends with the remover to remove. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, but bears it out even to the edge of doom.