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    okuyun biraz da.kültürlenin şekspir bu.
    kopi-peyst ama iş görür. bunu okuyun daha göndericem.

    From off a hill whose concave womb reworded
    a plaintful story from a sist'ring vale,
    my spirits t'attend this double voice accorded,
    and down i laid to list the sad-tuned tale,
    ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
    tearing of papers, breaking rings atwain,
    storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.
    upon her head a platted hive of straw,
    which fortified her visage from the sun,
    whereon the thought might think sometime it saw
    the carcase of a beauty spent and done.
    time had not scythed all that youth begun,
    nor youth all quit, but spite of heaven's fell rage
    some beauty peeped through lattice of seared age.
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