Here is a rose,
Here is a kiss;
Which do you choose?
One rhymes with prose;
One rhymes with bliss.
Ah, you amuse.
You hesitate,
You blush, you sigh.
What! are you loath?
‘ Tis getting late;
Be quick —
Fool, take them both!
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