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I am being accused of loving you, that is
It is not an insult, but a praise, that is
My heart is pleased at the words of the accusersO my dearest dear, they say your name, that is
For what I am ridiculed, it is not a

I was dead, then alive
Weeping, then laughing
The power of love came into me,and I became fierce like a lion,then tender like the evening star
He said, ‘You’re not mad enough