• william-shakespeare

O, how this spring of love resembleth_ The uncertain glory of an April day;_ Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, _And by and by a cloud takes all away.

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O, how this spring of love resembleth_ The uncertain glory of an April day;_ Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, _And by and by a cloud takes all away.

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