Sonnet III

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Now is the time that face should be different;
Who fresh repair may not be new,
Is the world astray, mother unbless.
For where there is such a beautiful landscape uneared
Plowing despise sex?
Or who is so in love with her ​​funeral
His self-love, to stop posterity?
You and your mother’s glass and she in thee
He invites you to a beautiful April President;
These windows can not see,
Despite of wrinkles, this gold.
But if you live to remember
He died alone, and he will die with you.

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