Barbara Brickner Gallery Six
- If I could write the beauty of your eyes
- And in fresh numbers number all your graces
- The age to come would say, “This poet lies
- Such heavenly touches ne’er touched earthly faces.”
- -Shakespeare, Sonnet XVII.
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