To God
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I am tortured by my two eyes;
They seduce, my innocence dies.
I am tortured by my two ears;
They carry me where nymps, like spears,
Tear my heart with sweet songs and dance-
Between you and me, grows distance.
How I am tortured by my nose-
She carries me where the fraud Rose
And her sisters tease me with smell;
I forget you, Life becomes hell.
My tongue does not let me take rest,
Makes me mad with various tastes.
This way my body with all missiles
Attacks me, provokes and beguiles.
My heart in chain, tortured, confined-
Nevertheless, sings songs divine.
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