
letra de sonnet 106 - the marlowe society
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when in the chronicle of wasted time
i see descriptions of the fairest wights
and beauty making beautiful old rhyme
in praise of ladies dead and lovely knights
then, in the blazon of sweet beauty’s best
of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow
i see their antique pen would have express’d
even such a beauty as you master now
so all their praises are but prophecies
of this our time, all you prefiguring;
and, for they look’d but with divining eyes
they had not sk!ll enough your worth to sing:
for wе, which now behold these prеsent days
have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise
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- letra de saw you in the light - austin willacy
- letra de chloe - prince pierrot
- letra de obviously - logan ledger
- letra de cê não vai mais voltar - lairton teclas
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- letra de days - current joys
- letra de sweet dreams (clean version) - de la soul