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Admit impediments; love is not love 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 it is the star to every wand'ring bark, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark. Within his bending sickle's compass come; whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Admit impediments; love is not love let me not to the marriage of true minds I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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If this be error and upon me proved, within his bending sickle's compass come. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark.