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I am the soul who guides shepherds away from sheep
The martyr that dries the eyes who weep
I am the fountain that no water will release : thus life nor death doth give,
Not all things unseen are not conceived.
Look to me not, i am the star that guides nor west nor east,
I am the fruit that eve did eat
and with such action sealed her heavenly seat.
I am the heaven for those lost in need of sombre peace
My ardent bosom melts sins from sinners sleep
My womb, the earth where storm and lightning find their ease.
I am the door that confines no thing,
ye who come onto my steps are welcome in.
Open me for love or sin
I accept all souls who venture within