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Passions Flame
Tempter of my body, my mind, With passions flame, I burn. I crave release, I cannot think, But I wait for your return.
For punishment would befit the crime, Should I disobey, I could not survive, if I were to find, From me you'd gone away.
So here I wait, and I endure, The torment played on me. Until the time you will return My love, and set me free. |
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