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“let me not to the marriage of true minds.
admit impediments. love is not love
which alters when it alteration finds
or bends with the remover to remove.
o no! it is an ever fixed mark
that looks on tempests and is never shaken
it is the star to every wandering bark
whose worth’s unknown, although is height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
within his bending sickle’s compass come.
love alters not with his hours and weeks
but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
if this be error and upon me proved,
i never writ nor no man ever loved.”
.. i want whatever shakespeare felt.
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