Love, they call it sometimes Drunkenness of the senses Which comes, without wine but from the juices of fruits unreal from the eyes of beautiful dame from the thoughts that goes in and out, leaving the mind untouched, with the pleasure and the sense of pleasure unreal drunkenness of the senses which makes the man insane rising the waves of fervour in the mind, in the heart, drunkenness of the senses what they call it love
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