Shall I compare you to a summer's day?
I think I shouldn't.
Summer's day can be tiring and hotter than happiness
This sun you brings me involves every healthy shade
Winds of a bright and peacefully afternoon, evil-less
When I'm paying what I'd payed
I'm black in black, fading to dark
You comes with a string of coloured beads
The wind just brings your soul
and everything a sunny day leads
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