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REMEMBER when I was a boy
 * That a grown girl wanted to kiss me;

And I struggled, was angry, and shy,
 * And ran off when she tried to caress me.

And I've thought of that day through the years;
 * (What a moral, my friend, lies in this!)

Under every sweet leaf that appears
 * Lurks a pain for the loss of that kiss.