And YOU will be the one that I'll be serving, above them all. ü
Sunday, September 19, 2010
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Prologue
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.
An excerpt on 17th Sonnet by William Shakespeare
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