Who would dare?
To thee compare
To a gentle summer day
Who could try?
To thee deny
That thou are brighter still
I see the stars
They shine so far
Like silver drops that light the sky
Yet it is your eyes
That hold no lies
That light the darkness of my heart
And the word beautiful
Is no longer meaningful
When beauty itself thou art
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