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give me the one with the catamite eyes
the lefthanded boy with the down spin
the low man the under dog

and I will wed him to me
I will chain him and close his eyes
I will wound him delicately like a rose
To my specification.

He will pass his hand over my hair (I will allow it)
Music will play and time will pass.
I will force him to call it love.