JTLittle: Kate Bush

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the daling 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 decklines,

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 wanderst in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breath, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

W. Shakespeare

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