If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet — William Shakespeare
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If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet lies! Such heaven never touched earthly faces

— William Shakespeare
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