Random Poem For Testing

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From fairest creatures we desire increase
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die
But as the riper should by time decease
His tender heir might bear his memory
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes
Feed’st thy light’s flame with self substantial fuel
Making a famine where abundance lies
Thy self thy foe to thy sweet self too cruel
Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And tender churl mak’st waste in niggarding
Pity the world or else this glutton be
To eat the world’s due by the grave and thee