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LOS
There is a Devil, but only one
Cast from our grossness by the Sun;
He is the shadow of desire
Revealed by intellectual fire.
Cast from our grossness by the Sun;
He is the shadow of desire
Revealed by intellectual fire.
Could we but let the light pour through,
As rays of morning pierce the dew,
No longer should we throw a shade
And so no longer be afraid:
As rays of morning pierce the dew,
No longer should we throw a shade
And so no longer be afraid:
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Until at last desire became
Merged in the everlasting flame,
Drawn up like dewdrops and dispersed
By the same force that made them first.
Merged in the everlasting flame,
Drawn up like dewdrops and dispersed
By the same force that made them first.
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