Take, O Take Those Lips Away, por William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Take, O Take Those Lips Away

TAKE, O take those lips away,

That so sweetly were forsworn;

And those eyes, the break of day,

Lights that do mislead the morn!

But my kisses bring again,

Bring again;

Seals of love, but seal’d in vain,

Seal’d in vain!

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