Who is perverse
Who is treacherous
To know
It is very difficult.
Remember
O my dear, you are
Playing with fire
That is there
Within you.
But in Truth
But in Love
But in devotion
Nothing is illusion.
Life here find
Pure and in perfection.
What is fire
And what is water
All is one and
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