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Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends 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 wand'ring 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. If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. Не сдержался.

Поможем найти классную музыку! Какой у вас плейлист на осень?Какие музыканты самые переоцененные?Как находить музыку, которая тебе нравится?

Предлагаю продолжить движуху.