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As of: January 07th, 2009 04:28:36 PM
Author: Roberto Calasso
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For, as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned
In process of the seasons have I Shakespeare, William
