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Wish for a Dear Friend

Thou art grown to something more Of all women, fairest to behold, Because 'tis the night you're born Shall I compare thee to a summer's day, Or the stony skies of wintry nights, Thou art more lovely and more temperate Like red glow of gold beside grey silver, Or the enchanting lavender in the moors So I wish for you all of heaven's grace God's praise, unmatched beauty and solace!