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Just let me sin upon his lips.

And if sinning hell brings then hell can never compare,

For this fire deep within me boils far worse than eternal rage.

Just let me sin upon his lips.

But once! This once!

I'll quench.

In such a moment drenched my eternity will be satisfied

And in sinning, heaven I will gain.

Sweet Heaven floats upon his breath.

Sweet Tranquility!

Is it not for Heaven's Joy that we travail here?

Then let me sin upon his lips.