What a treacherous lie masking need
My love a torrent round wasted lust
Oh lord forgive my sins of thought
Speak narrow now in depth do hear
What soul does bring to bear
and shines a path at once to spare
The wretched skin that wrings my time
Alone its shadow leaves me blind
Even a lonely bird can guide
As well the dripping heart
To quench my withered want
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