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All kings, and all their favourites, all glory of honours, beauties, wits, the sun itself, which makes time, as they pass, is elder by a year now than it was when thou and I first one another saw. All other things to their destruction draw, only our love hath no decay; this no to-morrow hath, nor yesterday; running it never runs from us away, but truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
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