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Parisa π© πΉ
@parisaa
Shall I compare thee to a summerβs day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summerβs lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or natureβs changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owβst; Nor shall death brag thou wanderβst in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growβst: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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Milad πΉππ©ππβ‘
@miladkomijani
The end of every love is a separation. 400 $DEGEN
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Parisa π© πΉ
@parisaa
It can't be like this
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$DEGEN Tip Bot
@degentipbot.eth
β 400 tipped β 144 remaining 1 129 / 1 273 (89%) π§π§π§π§π§π§π§π§π§β¬
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