The holy men in black robes do not have hearts,
They all sing with one voice to their God,
I said you have Elysian eyes,
Making you blush,
Everything about you, I would applaud,
But they reserve such passionate words for the Lord,
For Him, there is no pain they will not endure,
But they say Love has made me an idolater
When they harm themselves for God, they are seen as pious men,
But when I do it for Love, it is insanity to them
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