Never will thy heart feel ice
where flames of lust now grow
Never will thy clouds perish
On which we seem to walk
Never will thy visions mystery
Spoil the impure thought
I shall stop the dreams of death
From entering thy heart.
For I am she who loves thee,
Therefore we never part
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