Be for me the solace that a careworn soul has sorely needed.
Let your refreshing laughter echo through my heart.

Be for me the bearer of an ancient lineage, whose naked
skin in the color of her name seems far from a neutral tone.

Be for me the counterpart who brings the essence of
foreign lands rapturously close. Keep the flavor of your
heritage on your tongue, and kiss me deeply.

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