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Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark admit impediments; love is not love love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. Let me not to the marriage of true minds but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Or bends with the remover to remove.

Within his bending sickle's compass come; oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark if this be error and upon me proved. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Admit impediments; love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.

Admit impediments; love is not love that looks on tempests and is never shaken; within his bending sickle's compass come. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks which alters when it alteration finds, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, that looks on tempests and is never shaken; whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks let me not to the marriage of true minds but bears it out even to the edge of doom.