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MULTIPLICATION.
‘One kiss my love, and then’—I sigh'd—
She granted it, my grief to smother,
‘One more, and then’—again I cried—
“And then,—what then?”—‘Then, love, another!
She granted it, my grief to smother,
‘One more, and then’—again I cried—
“And then,—what then?”—‘Then, love, another!
For though, as Sages, dear, disclose,
E'en manna's self will cloying prove,
“Increase of appetite but grows
On what it feeds,” when it is Love!’
E'en manna's self will cloying prove,
“Increase of appetite but grows
On what it feeds,” when it is Love!’
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