Like love
Lust comes in the same shadow
With a spirit of obsession
With heart full of passion
Get me drunk
Let me say what I know
Love comes not
first without lust
In the smithy of the smith
Refine your feelings
Hit the the grains hard and throw them in the wind
Don't give the barley with chaffs
I doubt not love
But the child is born with a placenta
Bring out the evil in good
Give your love without lust.
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