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Oh ! win for me that kiss. . ..

No!

Soon or late ! . . ,

'Tis true ! The moment of intoxication - Of madness, - when your mouths are sure to meet, Thanks to your fair moustache - and her rose lips !

I'd fainer it should come, thanks to ...

Still there ? We spoke of a. .

A kiss ! The word is sweet. I see not why your lip should shrink from it ; If the word burns it, - what would the kiss do ? Oh ! let it not your bashfulness affright ; Have you not, all this time, insensibly,