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| My eye has been done and painter drew The image on your beautiful part of my heart, my body is frame in which is enclosed, Perspective, excellent pictorial art, that through the painter must see the art to find where your true image is painted, kept in the shop of my Breast What has your eyes glazing windows. see now how the eyes help each other: My have traced your figure and your Son windows to my breast, for which the Sun enjoys looking out to see you. But the best art of the eye lacks grace portrays what he sees, but does not know his heart. | |||
| Trad G. Melchiori Author: W. Shakespeare |
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