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<h2> KISSING TIME </h2>
<p>'T is when the lark goes soaring<br/>
And the bee is at the bud,<br/>
When lightly dancing zephyrs<br/>
Sing over field and flood;<br/>
When all sweet things in nature<br/>
Seem joyfully achime—<br/>
'T is then I wake my darling,<br/>
For it is kissing time!<br/>
Go, pretty lark, a-soaring,<br/>
And suck your sweets, O bee;<br/>
Sing, O ye winds of summer,<br/>
Your songs to mine and me;<br/>
For with your song and rapture<br/>
Cometh the moment when<br/>
It's half-past kissing time<br/>
And time to kiss again!<br/>
So—so the days go fleeting<br/>
Like golden fancies free,<br/>
And every day that cometh<br/>
Is full of sweets for me;<br/>
And sweetest are those moments<br/>
My darling comes to climb<br/>
Into my lap to mind me<br/>
That it is kissing time.<br/>
Sometimes, maybe, he wanders<br/>
A heedless, aimless way—<br/>
Sometimes, maybe, he loiters<br/>
In pretty, prattling play;<br/>
But presently bethinks him<br/>
And hastens to me then,<br/>
For it's half-past kissing time<br/>
And time to kiss again!<br/></p>
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