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Like a million little butterflies,  Like the cool spring wind,  Like the humming birds tiny wings, Like the sweet nectar oozing out of a strawberry, Like a cool, blue swimming pool on a hot summers day, 
The cellar is quite, cool, dry.
Look across the glass-flat sea
Shhhh! Do not you dare compare him to I! For he was not born within a skin that does not comply. I am beautiful, of this I have no doubt, But this is a fact, not a way to stand out.
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night? Like icy snow, the blistering winds doth blow Thou art just as cruel, and filled with spite Those cold, cruel seeds reaped, in thy soul hath sowed
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