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In my body, there lives a Demon of desire.
I am not even true to myself.
How can I be the devotee of love?
I’m praying for the rain like a skylark:
“wash away the demon from my heart.”
And I’m longing for our souls to get united!
O when will my cry be heard out of this thick skin?
In my body, there lives a Demon of desire.