II.
Chilly children
Hop about the lemon lit boughs and
Tumble as kittens
Into heaps of laughter;
Kissing each other yet not knowing
What on earth kissing is.
II.
Chilly children
Hop about the lemon lit boughs and
Tumble as kittens
Into heaps of laughter;
Kissing each other yet not knowing
What on earth kissing is.
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