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Showing posts with label David Gilmour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Gilmour. Show all posts
Sunday, October 1, 2017
Thursday, July 6, 2017
Sunday, February 5, 2017
Saturday, January 28, 2017
David Gilmour, Sonnet 18
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,
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death 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.
Saturday, January 21, 2017
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
David Gilmour Wish you were here live unplugged
yes. sim.
Friday, July 11, 2014
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