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With what on earth shall I compare thee to?

Two blooming roses growing side by side,

Or possibly the morning drops of dew?

A caring friend with whom you would confide,

Or relieving splash felt in depth of June?

When shedding tear, the soft and sweet caress;

The rising setting of the harvest moon?

There’s naught on earth that can share your likeness-

The perfect moment when you know your fate,

The clouds do break and through the sun shall shine.

‘Tis not till death the second counted late

When seeking face of Father most divine.

The world gives birth to riches, but ‘tis all

Forgotten when, that last deep breath does fall.