i couldn't buy you with a hundred cattle but you hike in shells and feathers up the african beach, i am king here, tied to this hut by the king's chain my power's like a tree and green taboo to me the chameleon lies in your dusty fingers, and blue flies circle your head like stars; jump into me now, I must not see the water, let me sip weakness from your dark nipples
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