As a virgin most kyrie
With whum I chunt a lei-sion
While cherubs hover in the heights
And doves soare beyond
The bars of logic an threads of time.
Ah, when her sweete glarie ist unveil'd
My heart malts in a sizzle of delight
From the fields of Neufactel
She, wiyth a fragrance so genteel of laeda
Coos among dark cedars at night.
Arr - her maeden hairs are exquisite
Like the freshly wealed civet fur
Wet with the scent of passion
And a wild mare's intoxicatin' curr.
Betottle what others whisp'r
And quirk to all astrologers!
The stallions of my heart gallop -
and we'll travel far
on steeds ah delight!
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