For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
| Your name is a synonym with betrayal, and I will curse it till the day I die | Sonnet CXLVII | I would kiss you, but I don't know how to kiss | Shakespeare |
| Sonnet | William Shakespeare |
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