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"“Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bend with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle’s compass come: love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. But bears it out even to the edge of doom.”-shakespear sonnet 116"

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