The Little Bubbles

The little bubbles floating on the wave
Are all soft kisses which the west wind gave;
The luscious glow upon the peach's face
Bears blushing witness to the sun's embrace;
And those two dimples, Sweet, that come and go,
Tell tales of true-love kisses — is it so?
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