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And that's but unwholesome food, they say. |
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I've heard that's not the most nourishing food. |
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Touch her soft mouth, and march. |
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Kiss her soft mouth, and we'll be off. |
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Farewell, hostess. (kissing her)
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Farewell, hostess. (kisses her)
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I cannot kiss, that is the humor of it. But adieu. |
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I can't kiss—that's just how it is—but farewell. |
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Let housewifery appear. Keep close, I thee command. |
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Be thrifty. And keep yourself hidden, I command you. |
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