[Verse1]
Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts
Though yet it is
But as a tomb which hides your life and shows not
Half your parts
[Verse 2]
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in my verses number all your grace
The age to come would say this poet lies
Such a beauty never touched an earthly face
[Chorus]
I'm eternally yours
Eternally yours
Dying with my time
Forever in my song
Eternally yours
Etеrnally yours
Eternally yours
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 3]
So if my papers yellowеd with their age
Be scorned like old men of less truth than tongue
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage
In the stretched metre of an antique song
Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts
Though yet it is
But as a tomb which hides your life and shows not
Half your parts
[Verse 2]
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in my verses number all your grace
The age to come would say this poet lies
Such a beauty never touched an earthly face
[Chorus]
I'm eternally yours
Eternally yours
Dying with my time
Forever in my song
Eternally yours
Etеrnally yours
Eternally yours
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 3]
So if my papers yellowеd with their age
Be scorned like old men of less truth than tongue
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage
In the stretched metre of an antique song
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