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it's Paris fuckin Lee bitches! "I shall compare thee to a mid summer night,
Of sorrow that escapes within a sigh,
The love within a kiss; the spiritual counterpart,
Of a swift meaning motion of the eye,
Or lights that on the lips are born and die,
Love, incomplete, seems ever but begun,
Her eyes twinkle like starts in the moonlight,
A feeling not compared to anything else,
Love is a path to virtue for the brave,
Led by the beautiful; a great desire,
Priceless in my eyes, desire in others."
09/19/11 <3
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