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a little fantastic ditty |
| KATAR Katar the man of shinning light His mane is black, His eyes burn bright A soul of steel The body, tight His love is cold His tongue can smite Along came Nath and kissed his lips caressed his chest with fingertips Arroused a love he never knew inside, his heart, it beat anew Into him Nath breathed a love that grew Untill it grew enouph for two Katar had learned that love can heal and melt with fire A soul of steel |