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here in this quiet room,
upon this bed,
in the fading afternoon
which gives up the light of day
to the onrushing night,
you ride me.
i am zeus, in the form of a bull
on whose back clings the fair europa,
object of his passion,
stolen from fields shot with narcissus,
stolen in her innocence,
her legs grip me!
and much as at that time,
as zeus bore her out to sea,
europa did hear triton's conch shell blow,
and the waves tried in vain,
to lick at her wafting clothes,
does the warabee mochi man's call,
try to bring us back to nippon!