Текст песни Bryan Ferry - Sonnet Xviii
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(by william shakespeare)Shall I compare thee to a summers day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,And summers lease hath all too short a date,Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimmd;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance or natures changing course untrimmd;But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou owest;Nor shall death brag thou wanderst 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.