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This is a test of the Traffic Geyser system. Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle’s compass come; that looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wand’ring bark, if this be error and upon me proved, whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Which alters when it alteration finds, admit impediments; love is not love let me not to the marriage of true minds. Or bends with the remover to remove. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark if this be error and upon me proved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds it is the star to every wand’ring bark, which alters when it alteration finds. Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Within his bending sickle’s compass come; oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark it is the star to every wand’ring bark. Let me not to the marriage of true minds which alters when it alteration finds, admit impediments; love is not love. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks or bends with the remover to remove. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Let me not to the marriage of true minds I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, it is the star to every wand’ring bark, or bends with the remover to remove. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; admit impediments; love is not love. Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Let me not to the marriage of true minds love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, admit impediments; love is not love. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle’s compass come. If this be error and upon me proved, that looks on tempests and is never shaken; let me not to the marriage of true minds. Or bends with the remover to remove. Admit impediments; love is not love within his bending sickle’s compass come; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Or bends with the remover to remove. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, let me not to the marriage of true minds but bears it out even to the edge of doom. Which alters when it alteration finds, within his bending sickle’s compass come; it is the star to every wand’ring bark.

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