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eyes open // wonderland
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy; But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, Pointing to each his thunder, rain, and wind, Or say with princes if it shall go well By oft predict that I in heaven find. But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, And, constant stars, in them I read such art As truth and beauty shall together thrive If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert: Or else of thee this I prognosticate, Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.
sonnet 14, william shakespeare
so here’s to everything...coming down to nothing here’s to silence......that cuts me to the core where is this going? thought i knew for a minute but i don’t anymore...
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Reason why I'm single: You can't date an entire band.