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the marlowe society - sonnet 130 lyrics

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my mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
coral is far more red than her lips’ red:
if snow be white, why then her br++sts are dun;
if hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head
i have seen roses damask’d, red and white
but no such roses see i in her cheeks;
and in some perfumes is there more delight
than in the breath that from my mistress reeks
i love to hear her speak, yet wеll i know
that music hath a far more pleasing sound:
i grant i nevеr saw a goddess go
my mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
and yet, by heaven, i think my love as rare
as any she belied with false compare



- the marlowe society lyrics

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