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Lyrics for 'Sonnet Xviii' by 'Bryan Ferry'
(by William Shakespeare)
Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?
Thou Art More Lovely And More Temperate:
Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds Of May,
And Summer's 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 Nature's Changing Course Untrimm'd;
But Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade
Nor Lose Possession Of That Fair Thou Owest;
Nor Shall Death Brag Thou Wander'st In His Shade,
When In Eternal Lines To Time Thou Growest:
So Long As Men Can Breathe Or Eyes Can See,
So Long Lives This And This Gives Life To Thee.
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