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Goodnight.

Bid me no more goodnight; because
'Tis dark, must I away?
Love doth acknowledge no such Lawes,
And Love 'tis I obey:
Which blind, doth all your light despise,
And hath no need of eyes
When day is fled:
Besides the Sun, which you
Complain is gone, 'tis true,
Is gone to bed:
Oh let us do so too.