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You Are The Fountain Of The Sun. I'm The Shadow Of A Willow. You Fall Upon My Forehead. I Melt. You Slip Into My Heart. It Spills Open. You Surround Me With Such Sweetness. I Make It My Home.

There Cannot Be Self-restraint In The Absence Of Desire: When There Is No Adversary, What Avails Thy Courage? Hark, Do Not Castrate Thyself, Do Not Become A Monk: Chastity Depends On The Existence Of Lust.

When You Resolve To Become Pious, The Devil In Your Nature Cries Out At You, "tread Not Those Paths, O Confused One; Distress And Poverty Will Overcome You. You Will Be Despised, Let Down By Friends, You Will Regret It." Dread Of The Devil Has Bound Their Souls; The Cries Of The Devil Are The Drover Of The Damned; The Call Of The Lord Is A Guardian Of The Saints.

You Wander From Room To Room Hunting For The Diamond Necklace That Is Already Around Your Neck!

Disharmony Prevails When You Confuse Lust With Love, While The Distance Between The Two Is Endless!