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shakespeare-sonnets_104		shakespeare-sonnets_104			.txt	text/plain	127	13	98	CIV. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold, Have from the forests shook three summers ' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd, In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. yet doth beauty like a dialhand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may bedeceiv'd: For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred: Ere you were born was beauty 's summer dead.	./cache/shakespeare-sonnets_104.txt	./txt/shakespeare-sonnets_104.txt