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Lyrics for 'Sonnet 14' by 'Marianne Faithfull'
(william Shakespeare)
Not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck,
And Yet Methinks I Have Astronomy;
But Not To Tell Of Good Or Evil Luck,
Of Plagues, Or Dearths, Or Seasons' Quality;
Nor Can I Fortune To Brief Minutes Tell,
Pointing To Each His Thunder, Rain, And Wind,
Or Say With Princess If It Whall Go Well
By Oft Predict That I In Heaven Find.
But From Thine Eyes My Knowledge I Derive,
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,
They And Is Truth's And Beauty's Doom And Date.
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