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My mistress’s eyes are nothing like the stars;

they’ve brighter shine than all those overhead.

Her hair’s cascade her visage never mars

but effortlessly frames her face instead.

And yet, if I should tell her what I see –

that she hath been by Aphrodite bless’d –

she’d quietly demur and disagree

and I shall with these words sincere protest:

‘When I observe thy countenance’s grace,

I see no fault – no flaw one might repair;

and when a smile doth blossom ’cross thy face,

the world takes heed and stops to fondly stare.

No words could e’er sufficiently impart

all thy perfection, just the way thou art.’

Bruno Mars, ‘Just the Way You Are’