Are You Afraid of the Dark ?

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Let me not to the marriage of true minds. Admit impediments, love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. ______________________________________________________________________ If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.