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Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be -
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
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William
Shakespeare
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May our friendship
last forever.
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