Nymph, nymph, flash me your boobs!
Piss off pervert. Why do you stare at them?
Show them me.
No.
Show them me. Show them me.
No.
Then I will howl all night in the reeds,
lie in the mud and howl for them.
Scumbag, why do you love them so?
They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of the wind that sings,
Better than those of a mortal daughter,
The naiad's small pert water wings.
Hush, I stole them out of the moon.
Show me your boobs, I want them.
No.
I will howl in a deep lagoon
For your little maiden breasts,
I love them so.
Give them me. Give them.
No.
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