".no thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy. Comquest is assured, if I do not forget myself and laugh *laughs* I shall say, "come hide with me! where oh where? of course my room" You come home! I use your voice- slam the door like crack of doom! When it's late and modesty starts to mellow with the wine. She believes she dines with me in her master's borrowed place! Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff, stealing what in truth is mine. When you met, you wore my cloak, she could not have seen your face. Your young guest believes I'm you- I, the master, you the man, Passarino faithful friend, once again recite the plan Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets, you will have to pay the bill- tangled in the winding sheets! Serve the meal and serve the maid! Serve the master so that, when tables, plans and maids are laid Don Juan triumphs once again! Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat! Here the sacrifical lamb utters one dispairing bleat.
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