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Ah, Permanent Change, How do I love thee, let me count the ways

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

The Peer now spreads the glittering Forfex wide,
T'inclose the Lock; now joins it, to divide.
Ev'n then, before the fatal Engine clos'd,
A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos'd;
Fate urged the Sheers, and cut the Sylph in twain,
(But Airy Substance soon unites again)
The meeting Points the sacred Hair dissever
From the fair Head, for ever and for ever!

There, correct poem. Now let's see if I can talk about this fic without either squeeing like a teenage fangirl or rambling off into nerdiness.

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