Bryan Ferry - Shakespeare's Sonnet No. 18 lyrics

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall d**h brag thou wander'st in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see So long lives this and this gives life to thee