When I count clock which says time,
and is born courageous descended in horrible night;
when behold the premium of last the violet,
and enrollamientos of sand, all the o'er silver plated with white;
when the trees I am high see sterile sheets,
which another time of heat made to the house the herd,
and summer's what is green installed very for in top in the sheaves,
mentioned the coffin with the white and thorny beard,
alors thy beauty the question; I there is,
these thousand between waste of time must go,
since the sugar refineries and the beauties themselves give up
and dies also quickly they see others to grow;
and nothing against Time the scythe can make defense except what is pure,
for brave man him when it takes thee consequently.
A Babelfish translation in triplicate of Shakespeare's Sonnet XII
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