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Show A IXItK I.MIO ntoit TUB aRltKK, Tho Pint Kiss (ArtorTtMio.) as the hour the ions lar ends, when our friends bid good-night, Moerls kissed m. If. ah' me, II was she and not her eprlte or Mil clearly all lha rest thrllta my MMst through ami through. All she tnM mo and twaought, wtita 1 thought she kissed me. too Hut whn golden link on link. I would think remembrance out. Now I m sure she kissed me thsn now again I'm sore In doubl ftlnco ir Into Paradise In such wist I e'er was borne,, . How Is (his that hers below still 1 go with steps forlorn? -London Spectator. |