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by William Shakespeare
I never writ
Love alters not
O no
It is an ever-fixed mark
with his brief hours and weeks
That looks on tempests
And is never shaken
nor no man ever loved
But bears it out
It is the star
to every wandering bark
even to the edge of doom
Whose worth's unknown
although his height be taken
