Amor saß zu nechst betrübet,
Weil sein Pfeil was mißgeübet,
So doch selten sich begibet;
Sahe drauff zwei Mündlein ringen,
Hörte süsse Schmatzer klingen,
Da hub Amor an zu springen.
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