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GOOD-NIGHT
Good-night. Good-night. Ah, good the night
That wraps thee in its silver light.
Good-night. No night is good for me
That does not hold a thought of thee.
Good-night.
That wraps thee in its silver light.
Good-night. No night is good for me
That does not hold a thought of thee.
Good-night.
Good-night. Be every night as sweet
As that which made our love complete,
Till that last night when death shall be
One brief “Good-night,” for thee and me.
Good-night.
As that which made our love complete,
Till that last night when death shall be
One brief “Good-night,” for thee and me.
Good-night.
Newport, 1890.
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