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