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Oh James, 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 ow’st; nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade, when in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Oliver Schick
One day the sun admitted, I am just a shadow.I wish I could show you the Infinite Incandescence that has cast my brilliant image!
I wish I could show you, when you are lonely or in darkness, the astonishing Light of your own Being!
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