Sonnet 104 Lyrics by Bedouine
To me, fair friend, you could never be old
As you were when your eye I eyed
Is your beauty still three winters cold?
From the forest shook three summer’s pride
Three beautiful springs to autumn turned
In process of the seasons seen
Three April perfumes in hot June burned
Since first you were fresh which yet are green
Those unborn, who will never be
Witness to summer’s beauty
Your beauty like a dial hand
From his figure, no pace perceived
Your sweet hue, I feel still does stand
Moves and my eyes have me deceived
Those unborn, who will never be
Witness to summer’s beauty
Those unborn, who will never be
Witness to summer’s beauty
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Bedouine Lyrics – Sonnet 104