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"Hurt"
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

[Chorus:]
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

[Chorus:]
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

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Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?


Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)


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 ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

¿He de compararte a un día de verano? Tú eres más hermoso y más templado: tempestuosos vientos sacuden los queridos capullos de mayo, y los pastos del verano tienen demasiado corta vida. En ocasiones demasiado caliente el ojo del cielo brilla, y a menudo está su complexión de oro oscurecida, y toda belleza desde la belleza a veces declina, por el azar o el curso cambiante de Natura, estropeada; pero tu eterno verano no se marchitará ni perderá posesión de esa belleza que tienes, ni alardeará Muerte de que andas a su sombra, cuando en eternas líneas para siempre lozanees: mientras los hombres respiren o los ojos vean, mientras, vive esto, y esto te da vida a ti.