His hands ruffled his hair
He adjusted his tie
And tightened his shoe lace
He went on an evening stroll
And toward every weird gaze
He chuckled knowingly
Muttered to a falling leaf
Smiled to a floating dandelion
As he walked on moon lit eve
He walked by a maiden
Arailed in smooth silk
He stopped and kissed her hand
And they burst out laughing
Having noticed people's attention
He carried her as they kept laughing.
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