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"'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be

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My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none do slacken, none can die