When he shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be in love with nightAnd pay no worship to the garish sun.
Good-night good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.
William Shakespeare
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