Should I be wise or brave?
If I do so,will I stop being a slave?
My woe and pain will disappear
Only if I...confront my fear.
No other touch stands in here.
To you my dear God,I confess
I think love's what burns my breasts
Sweet beloved wound of mine
Come and bleed again in terms divine.
Haunt my spirit and my soul,
Embrace my wish..my lord Simon
Remember to wake me up..before you're gone.
swaby mood= a paraphrase of 1)adjective + mood 2) schwaebish gmuend.
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