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In these times, passion hath
More than any spirit, or divine
hath become the image
And our as the sacrament of it all

To lust for, for her innocence
Loins hurt for lust
by the thought of her
Betrayal in my
Just by the of her

drown him
With your naked
to my God
Then into grace

The more you her
More more slander
She will be for your desires
The sacraments
Of pleasures of the

Oh, to me
Who is woman?
Please me, deity of lust

Oh, me, she is your god
Just lay me, she is everyone