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V'ere I with her, the night would post too foone,
But now are minutes added to the houses.
To fjute me now, ech minute'eme. an house,
Yet not for me, thine fun to fucour flowers.
Pack night, peep day, good day of night now borrow
Short night to night, and length thy felte to morrow
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