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| 64 6/8/01 Bliss A kiss is bliss, For which I wouldn�t miss, That I would die a thousand times to get one For if I miss, One lovely kiss, Then unhappiness would surly come after So for each new kiss, We reach anew level of bliss, Only thought to be of within dreams For each time we kiss, Our lips meet in bliss, And nothing else seems to matter. |