I threw a stone into the sea,
And deep it sunk into the sand,
And so did my poor heart in me
When my false lover left the land.
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score;
Then to that twenty, add a hundred more:
A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on,
To make that thousand up a million.
Treble that million, and when that is done,
Let’s kiss afresh, as when we first begun.
You feel world is not familiar
And not lovelier too
People seem to be hostile
And you are in position to smile
Love grants in a moment what toil can hardly achieve in an age.
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