Come here my dear, take my hand...
Unburden yourself, no need to stand...
Nurture yourself, I’m at your command...
No one will bother us here in this place...
Lie down my darling...
I will be near...
Now close you eyes...
Go somewhere quiet...
Undo you troubles...
Soon I’ll have a taste...
Phoebus
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