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An artwork dedicated to Sonnet XIV by Shakespeare.

"And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date."

Ref: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonnet_14



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