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iam like this cat iam very mutch love this cat iam yours servant susairajt

All kings, and all their favorites, All glory of honors, beauties, wits, The Sun it selfe, which makes times, as they passe, Is elder by a yeare, now, then it was When thou and I first one another saw: All other things, to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay; This, no to morrow hath, nor yesterday, Running it never runs from us away, But truly keeps his first, last , everlasting day. The Anniversa yours servant susairajt