wreathing garlands bright; And will sing, kiss, sip, With
laughing, ruddy lip, Far away into the night.
Days of gladness soon take flight; Love’s sweet
nectar do not slight Let us sing, kiss, sip, And light-
hearted gaily trip, While our vows we once more plight.
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