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Standing beneath the Young Girl's window and singing.
 Come down and haste to open the door unless you want to see me fall dead with desire. Dearest treasure, I am burning to yield myself to voluptuous sport, lying on your bosom, to let my hands play  with your bottom. Aphrodite, why dost thou fire me with such delight in her? Oh! Eros, I beseech thee, have mercy and make her share my couch.