Let me be your Notus
Coming up from below
To bring you warmth and moisture
Through what my mouth does
No cold Boreas or callow Zephyr
Nor yet dull Eurus of whom few songs are sung
For though I gladly greet you at the dawn
It is after the sun has set that I would see you gladdest
Caress every bit of you bared to me
Or press against you strongly
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