Spring morning,
Cold air sits on wet leaves,
The shears tear off his cock.
Two lovers,
Cloaked up in eiderdowns
The shears tear off his cock.
Fragrant tea,
Cherry blossom, sea breeze,
The shears tear off his cock.
Porcelain shrine,
Incense, the cadence of the river,
The elephant crushes his balls
Late night,
Drunkards waddle under amber glows
The elephant crushes his balls
The smell of pine needles
heron dive from the heavens
The elephant crushes his balls
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