歌词
To me, fair friend, you could never be old
As you were when your eye I eyed
Is your beauty still three winters cold?
From the forest shook three summer's pride
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Three beautiful springs to autumn turned
In process of the seasons seen
Three April perfumes in hot June burned
Since first you were fresh which yet are green
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Those unborn, who will never be
Witness to summer's beauty
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Your beauty like a dial hand
From his figure, no pace perceived
Your sweet hue, I feel still does stand
Moves and my eyes have me deceived
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Those unborn, who will never be
Witness to summer's beauty
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Those unborn, who will never be
Witness to summer's beauty