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Shall I compare you to a winter’s day?
You do not own the warm, sweet dance of May.
Your merry eyes shine like the morning frost.
You tell me how you love me at no cost
Your eyes like the coal on my winter fire
You are like the snowfall which does not tire.
Your lively step is like a winter bird
Your pure voice is the sweetest ever heard.
Your skin is like the papery winter moon
Your eyes are like a darkening afternoon
Your hair is like the blazing winter sun
Your touch is soft as a day just begun.
Your love feeds me like the fresh, sweet hay
Shall I compare you to a winter’s day?


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