| As through the pipes the waters fell
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| Down to the bottom of the well
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| In listless apathy I gazed
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| At the cold waters — as he bathed
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| I half behold that scenery
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| And its most sensual masculinity
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| Yet, disappointment, oh, can’t you see
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| Is still the cause and the cardinal symptom of my sick, sad reality
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| Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine
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| I’m shyly sipping water while he drinks whole jugs of wine
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| He likes all kind of women, and I, I only hate men
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| He marvels at all things new to him and I only wait for all things in this sick
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| world to end
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| The water pouring down his spine
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| Caressed his strong physique, oh, so well-defined
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| Calm like a rock he stands, oh, behold his beautiful body and soul
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| A friendly God must have built this man to an all well-balanced whole
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| What sad bewilderment this brought
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| Physical clearness, alas, still so much abhorred:
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| An ancient ghost awoke and fiercely arose in me:
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| It was that old, savage, yet half-forgotten ideal of perfect neutrality
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| Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine
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| I’m shyly sipping water while he drinks whole jugs of wine
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| He likes all kind of women, and I, I only hate men
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| He marvels at all things new to him and I only wait for all things in this sick
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| world to end
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| I somewhat envy this naturally beautiful man
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| He never knew or encountered the hatred and shame that I bare
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| The doubt, the cloak of disgust and the all-devouring dread
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| And if I told him about it, he might only shake his head
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| With kindly amused, melodious laughter,
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| he then would perhaps merely smile
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| At my… Oh, so stupid silliness
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| And the beast that is raging inside |