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If we were only beasts, my dear Would love be so simple; A walk in the park on A bright summer's day,  Or a crestfallen moonbeam, Hidden from the bright Sunshine ray? If we were only beasts, my dear Would looks be exchanged; Held like a delicate vase taken From the hands of a child,  Or glazed over, Another unnecessary Addition? As we are only beasts, my dear Our instincts piqued, my dear And wild streaks, my dear; Shall we hunt together?