three kisses

– “What small teeth!
And crown! The wig!”
She pressed her lips laughing
To her arm.

– “How nice to get away from the hum!
You hear a violin in the distance?”
She leaned pensively
By his hand.

– “Give his soul, but who would?
We build happiness – on the sand!”
She was in tears pressed her lips
By his hand.

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