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Soothe young man sweating forehead Touch the naked stem held hidden there Safe in such dark hayseed Wired nest Then, his light brown eyes are quick Once touch is what he thought was grip This is not his hands Those there but mine And safe my hands Do seek to gain All knowledge of My master's manly rain The scented taste That stills my tongue Is wrong that set But not undone His fiery eyes Can slash my savage skin And force all seriousness away He wades in close waters Deep sleeps alter his senses I must obey my only rival He will command our twin revival [arabian interlude] The same, Insane Sustain Again The two of us so close to our own hearts I silenced and wrote this awe Of the coincidence