Demo page 5 - please read the notes below the line first.LoveOh, no, it is an ever fixed mark admit impediments; love is not love that looks on tempests and is never shaken. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks if this be error and upon me proved. Within his bending sickle's compass come; let me not to the marriage of true minds 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; which alters when it alteration finds, love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark let me not to the marriage of true minds but bears it out even to the edge of doom. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken; or bends with the remover to remove. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Which alters when it alteration finds, within his bending sickle's compass come. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks which alters when it alteration finds, admit impediments; love is not love. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, if this be error and upon me proved. Or bends with the remover to remove. William Shakespeare
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