"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? 
   Thou art 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 fade, 
   Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; 
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, 
   When in eternal lines to time thou growest; 
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, 
   So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.	
			 William Shakepeare   
				(1564 - 1616) 
      
      
Unknown "Super M" Peaceful
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