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in the clear water of the fountain
completely in the nude she bath
when the gust of the wind of the sudden
blew her clothes completely away
flustered she gave me a sign
and begged me to cover her shame
with some leaves of a lily or wine
some orange tree flowers or the sain
with just the petals of the rose
the tiny corsage was devised
so petitly was she composed
that a single flower sufficed
from the single branch of the wine
a little petticoat was made
but lovely girl was so slight
that only one leaf did it take
she offered her arms and her lips
for her gratitude to confess
and i took them with such fevered fits
that once again she was undressed
the ingenue must have liked the game
for often all naked and slim
to bath in the fountain she came
while praying to god for some wind
praying for wind