| The daring desire languishes in me
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| To stay in the regal rooms
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| To donate my needle there
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| To the one who does lively dances
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| His movements, albeit so chaste
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| The ancient ardor awakened in me
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| That in long nights pederaste
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| I hid inside myself with great pain
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| I am singing to you my friends, an epic pornography
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| Of my lord and his company
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| She no longer wants to be a pederast, and so be it!
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| Young offspring never lacked
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| For summers and winters, days and nights
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| My thalamus and they visited
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| To enjoy flompini and sdrufolotti
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| Such enterprises are now of the past
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| And I still look at them with great disdain
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| Too many in me have ventured
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| My back is flesh, not wood!
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| I am singing to you my friends, an epic pornography
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| Of my lord and his company
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| The lovers consumed him, but he took another path
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| I look at my beloved and smile at her
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| Holding out my knight's hand
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| With a groan he replies, perhaps a cry
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| And he licks it, with my greatest pleasure
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| I lay her on my bed, I caress her
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| Against the grain, without haste
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| I undo her collar, a great piece
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| What a joy to make love with the dog!
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| I am singing to you my friends, an epic pornography
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| Of my lord and his company
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| The love of him has blossomed, he gives himself to zoophilia! |