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"Introdiv" class. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Within his bending sickle's compass come; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, that looks on tempests and is never shaken. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds or bends with the remover to remove. But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
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Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Within his bending sickle's compass come; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, that looks on tempests and is never shaken. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds or bends with the remover to remove. But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark, admit impediments; love is not love. Within his bending sickle's compass come. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; within his bending sickle's compass come; it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark or bends with the remover to remove. Let me not to the marriage of true minds but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
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Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Within his bending sickle's compass come; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, that looks on tempests and is never shaken. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds or bends with the remover to remove. But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark, admit impediments; love is not love. Within his bending sickle's compass come. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; within his bending sickle's compass come; it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark or bends with the remover to remove. Let me not to the marriage of true minds but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
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Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Within his bending sickle's compass come; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, that looks on tempests and is never shaken. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds or bends with the remover to remove. But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark, admit impediments; love is not love. Within his bending sickle's compass come. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; within his bending sickle's compass come; it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark or bends with the remover to remove. Let me not to the marriage of true minds but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
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Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Within his bending sickle's compass come; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, that looks on tempests and is never shaken. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds or bends with the remover to remove. But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark, admit impediments; love is not love. Within his bending sickle's compass come. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; within his bending sickle's compass come; it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark or bends with the remover to remove. Let me not to the marriage of true minds but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
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Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Within his bending sickle's compass come; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, that looks on tempests and is never shaken. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds or bends with the remover to remove. But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark, admit impediments; love is not love. Within his bending sickle's compass come. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; within his bending sickle's compass come; it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark or bends with the remover to remove. Let me not to the marriage of true minds but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Within his bending sickle's compass come; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, that looks on tempests and is never shaken. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds or bends with the remover to remove. But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
HR class "minorbreak" above Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark, admit impediments; love is not love. Within his bending sickle's compass come. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; within his bending sickle's compass come; it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark or bends with the remover to remove. Let me not to the marriage of true minds but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Within his bending sickle's compass come; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, that looks on tempests and is never shaken. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds or bends with the remover to remove. But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
HR class "majorbreak" above Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand'ring bark, admit impediments; love is not love. Within his bending sickle's compass come. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; within his bending sickle's compass come; it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark or bends with the remover to remove. Let me not to the marriage of true minds but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
