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William Shakespeare

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On a day — alack the day! —
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air
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Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Music, II. Not to be confused with The Sonnets; this poem is not a sonnet

 
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