Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare. Mahler - Symphony No.3 - 6th Movement (excerpt). Lyrics
| Song | Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare. Mahler - Symphony No.3 - 6th Movement (excerpt). |
| Artist | Lennie James |
| Album | Words For You |
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| [00:10.22] | Let me not to the marriage of true minds，admit impediments. |
| [00:14.64] | Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, |
| [00:18.98] | Or bends with the remover to remove: |
| [00:21.84] | Oh no,it is an ever-fixed mark,That looks on tempests,and is never shaken; |
| [00:28.17] | It is the star to every wandering bark,whose worth's unknown,although his height be taken. |
| [00:34.62] | Love's not Time's fool,though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come; |
| [00:41.39] | Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom. |
| [00:48.40] | If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ,nor no man ever loved. |
| [00:10.22] | Let me not to the marriage of true minds, admit impediments. |
| [00:14.64] | Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, |
| [00:18.98] | Or bends with the remover to remove: |
| [00:21.84] | Oh no, it is an everfixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken |
| [00:28.17] | It is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth' s unknown, although his height be taken. |
| [00:34.62] | Love' s not Time' s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle' s compass come |
| [00:41.39] | Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. |
| [00:48.40] | If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. |
| [00:10.22] | Let me not to the marriage of true minds, admit impediments. |
| [00:14.64] | Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, |
| [00:18.98] | Or bends with the remover to remove: |
| [00:21.84] | Oh no, it is an everfixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken |
| [00:28.17] | It is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth' s unknown, although his height be taken. |
| [00:34.62] | Love' s not Time' s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle' s compass come |
| [00:41.39] | Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. |
| [00:48.40] | If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. |
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