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[O Phœbus, cleer thy face]
Go Phœbus, cleer thy faceGo Phœbus, cleer thy face, collect thy rayes; and from those Stars which to thee Tribute payes, draw back thy light, and in thy greatest pride view my Love, a Star, a Star not yet deifide.
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