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There iiiid.eT tb,e Bow'r on Roses you*ll lie.
With a blush on your Cheek but a smile in your eye,
■Vall^-ou,-VNill you, will you, vrill you.
Smile my belov'd.
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Bui lheKt)ses we press shall not rival your lip.
Nor the dew be so sweet as the kis&es we'U sip,
Will vou, will you, will yon, will you
liLiss me my Love.
And Oh: lor the joys that are sweeter than Dew,
From liinguishing Hoses cyt kisses from you.
Will yoTi, Mill vou, will vtni, 'wiU yen
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